Pale, silent, cold stars are hiding there behind the clouds Horrendous feelings took control Of my exhausted, feeble soul, I tried to scream, I tried to call But voice has gone, lost in the trees
With my scratched, inflamed skin I feel wet grass, I feel wet leaves They look black instead of green If I could run, I'd get away from this night of fear and pain But now I am crawling, a missing teen
Will I see the rescue guys, with barking dogs and the lights Am I destined to survive? Or will I bump into a tent with food, and fire, and a hiker friend Who won't let me lie and die?