Along his way

Along his way

he was lost

Trees and flowers

Sparkled in his eyes

But only the ones who bloomed

Along his way

he was soft

Let the fallen leaves

lay beside him

Cared for them

with a seperate heart

Along his way

he was frightened

of the awful dangers

The outside forest waited for him

so he stays

Along his way

he was hurt

Thorns burned his skin

Blood dripped from his wounds

And he was left with nothing but a

scar.

Along his way

he was stopped

by light that

shined through

the dark forest

Along his way

He was lead

back into the black shadows to

live his life

Along his way

He was returned to the dull color

of gray

Along his way

He was never brought

back to the

Fulfilling rainbow

of life.

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