Follow the moon and walk alone Away from the troubles you call your own They follow you now on haunted wings Fluttering, floating, wearisome things Into the Forest and out of the light You're on your own Alone in the night But what do you do As you travel alone Cold and afraid And all on your own What will you do When you're weary and worn? When alone you lay Tattered, and torn ----------------------------- © Meg Baker 2008 All Rights Reserved. Unauthorized Use is Illegal. Please contact [email protected] for image usage and rights queries.