Looking up, figure staining the sun, A smile-slashed shadow bleeding white; Elation rising from caged heart, Hand in hand with mother through the forest. The forest becomes dense, as mother leads on; Father is ahead now, a shadow still close to touch; Adventure escapes from growing heart, Hand in hand with mother, the sun now at her shoulder. The forest starts to fog, the fall settling in; Father, more distant, slipping through outstretched fingers; Mother's grip holds tighter, she now looking up with weary eyes, Doubt dripping from the straining heart. The snow falls on the forest, and father gone from view; Mother's hand holds ever tight, but she's lost beneath the white; Burden wraps tightly the aching heart, As mother's hand is dragged behind. Every path taken left its mark; Skin-slashed, bleeding red; Regret filling a rotted heart; Looking over the shoulder, seeing mother and father beyond the forest. Every time, on one's own feet, The snow falls harder, bringing one down Onto one's own knees; The chains of choice draped around one's neck. Lost in the forest haze, Alone and forgotten; The grown man child cries, Only smile-slashed shadows for company.