The-Red-Eyed-Writer
"Its complicated I know, but if you spend enough time I am sure you'll eventually get the hang of it. And who knows maybe you'll even end up liking it!"
"I seriously doubt that."
"Oh come on, you have stop that negativity and put on a good attitude. Please you need to have some confidence in yourself."
There is a path
That is winding
A loose thread
That needs some binding
Where is the beginning
And where is the end
If you are lost
Grab a hold of a friend
Chorus
These trails have all led here
And now we're in the clear
But we can't go back
We can't go back
The lanterns lit up spots now and then in the darkness, where the men shouted in hoarse voices the names of the children who were missing. They had all apparently been together and hadn't returned since going into the woods.
The oak tree emblem on his coat had been torn to shreds from the shrapnel as he lay bleeding and dying, his throat clogged up with tears, blood and bile to scream for help.