The forest of souls
I once believed a tale of a forest,
The one that's close to home,
That there were lonely people,
Searching for what they had lost.
It said that once it's dark outside,
One shouldn't go that path,
As one of souls there flying,
Could think that your their lost.
But if that path for finding,
For what you think you had,
Then maybe what the dark is hiding,
Are only souls that are feeling sad.
So if you find the forest of souls,
Be brave and go that path,
As darkness sometimes,
Hides not only the bad.