Breadcrumbs
Breadcrumbs, breadcrumbs leading me there
Hard to see but as coarse as hair
Can't really see them with the falling hail
But I keep following the trail
Breadcrumbs, breadcrumbs are we almost there?
All I see is trees in the middle of nowhere
Oh what I would give just to go home
But out in the woods I'm scared all alone
Breadcrumbs, breadcrumbs we're finally here
I see a witch with a frosty sneer
She comes at me, and I can't escape
Whirling, freezing without any shape
Breadcrumbs, breadcrumbs please take me back
I'm trapped in this old crumbling shack
I'm cold and don't know what to do
Until a face that I missed came out of the blue
Breadcrumbs, breadcrumbs you brought us back home
My brothers my hero, and I'm not all alone
Now I tell him with a deadly glare
Don't go into the woods, don't you dare
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