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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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