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
If they care they would come searching for me.
& I hope, through the fog they will see where I lay so cold, in misery.
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