The cold and lonely nights of December,
I was sitting in my chair by the window, I remember,
Thinking about the chances I had,
The things I desired but could never have.

As I stared out into the woods,
I saw a light,
It was red and so bright.
I wondered where it came from.

Curiousity was killing me,
So I got up and made my way to see.
As I marched my way down the track,
I saw a boy sitting on a sack.

I asked him what he was doing here,
He said his house is full of people he can't bear,
What could there be that made him shudder,
And not want him to go home to his mother.

I dropped my gaze at his hands,
It was the same light I saw from my window,
I asked him why he was flashing the light,
He said so that someone could come and save him and take him away from this dreadful night.

I turned around to see if someone was there who could help,
The minute I started talking I turned back to confront him.
There was no one there,
No boy, no sack.

Well that's odd I had said to myself,
With that I had left and made my way back,
He disappeared.
Where could he have gone.
From that day onwards I used to dream of that boy calling for help,
And when I ran to help he would be gone, again !