My boy
You're lost in the woods but
Son you're not walking by yourself
I've spent many years in those woods
Christ they're dark
And the sun dont reach the forest floor
Listen for the whisper dancing in the trees
Boy here I am
Take my hand
Don't slap it down
And stumble around
Any longer than you have to
It's a crowded fucking forest kid
Though it may seem empty to you now
It's full of lost souls
Who could use a hand
Drop your shame in the leaves
And throw your pride to the wind
And take my hand
Don't slap it down
And stumble around
Any longer than you have to
Boy here I am
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