The Lonesome Traveler
Down the pathway only halfway, destination not in sight
Strode the weary lonesome trav’lr through the dark and misty night
Slowly, slowly trod the stranger, danger lurking in the dark
Ever forward, forward, forward, on his journey he did embark
No turning back, no backward glances, chances taken in the gloom
Each step closer, closer, closer to an unknown pending doom
Senses ever tuned to danger, stranger things have happened here
Quickened steps, what comes next? Outstretched palms wet with fear
A door before him, closed and locked, nightly comfort seldom shared
A little voice, a whispered voice, “Mommy, Daddy, let me in. I’m really scared.”
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