I was walking through a narrow mud path
Out in the middle of the haunted woods
When I heard some clear crisp sounds
Like footsteps crushing tilted leaves.

Sharp-eyed, I looked around me
Expecting to find someone near me
"Who's there?" I shouted in the air
But when I turned around, I found none.

The rain has been consistent for weeks
It made the air quite damp and chilly
I tried to skip over muddy puddles
Some I succeeded, others got me wet.

The trail in the woods was long and dark
Sometimes the sun would sneak in
Shone some light on my rugged path
Finally I reached a dark, spooky tunnel.

I could hear heart's dribbling drumbeat
Both my knees were shaking wobbly
I was already thinking of turning my back
I heaved audible gasps to calm nerves.

With a reliable flashlight in my hand
I started walking through the dark aisle.
Never give up at your lowest point in life
Soon you'll see the light at the end of the tunnel.