trying to find my way home.

Drops of angel tears hit my shoulder as I make my way home.

Words scattered in front of me with years of wisdom.

I am afraid of the dark, and down here it’s always dark.

Why throw your shell away and have no home?

I light a candle to find my way as a mushroom man approaches, happy and gay.

“Where oh where my kind lady, shall I lead the way? The forest man is on his way!”

I am still afraid of the dark and now I have a mushroom man leading me home.