Here I go again today;
Searching for that secret place,
Shadows coming out to play;
Quickly darting for the chase.
Now I wonder what will be
In that valley over there,
All just might be lost for me;
When I start to travel here.
Could it be that I’ll encounter,
Some tribal gruesome looking one,
Darting out from somewhere under;
The place that seems to have no sun.
Then there is that great big tree,
And creepily it begins to sway;
Always stretching out for me,
Like it’s going to take me away.
I know that I must keep on moving;
As long as there’s still light of day,
For the night is fast approaching;
As I travel through the Whispering Way.
Copyright Ó 2012 Wanda Lyn Carr