Running*

Ruuning, searching through these woods lost,

hopeing to be found & it is dark with fog all around.

Still running, its so hard to see until I fell & scrapped my knee.

Now limping through the woods scared I go & then

it starts to snow so here I am all alone in the cold & now resting

by a tree.

Wishing someone would come looking for me.

Im waiting, hopeing for someone to show. Hopeing it will be someone

I know.

If they care they would come searching for me.

& I hope, through the fog they will see where I lay so cold, in misery.