In the light, he sees the door.
Through the night, it calls for more.
Up in the air, the howling screams.
He stirs in his sleep, the boy dreams.
These frightening things call to his mind, of what he might never want to find.
Loved ones come to help him.
Will he be okay, or will he be torn from limb to limb?
He wishes, he hopes, he waits.
He wonders if it's too late?
Call for comfort the protection necessary.
Oh, what is the use of these woods so scary?
He thinks thoughts of these things and his woman comes into his very dreams.
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