Way up in the hills one night,
Inside the forests grasp,
I saw a small recording light,
And heard a sleeping rasp.
A ways a way I saw it then,
What I wasn't meant to see,
A tiny little forest tent,
And a camera in a tree.
He must be so afraid I thought
To sleep so far from home,
I knew what fear the darkness brought,
When suffered all alone.
I stayed with him til morning light,
To see that he was safe,
I chose a gift I thought was right,
And left it in my place.
He was a sturdy somber man,
A sleeping, ***** bloke,
I left him with my last balloon,
To cheer him when he woke.
In a world that breaks and bends,
And makes you feel so small,
Be just like my gift my friend,
And rise above it all.