It is a sunny cool day, I eat and go out to play,
Creatures and insects cross the land,
The land i stand,
Although the lands not neat,
I close my eyes and imagine it is everything i dream,
It is fall and the leaves fall,
The even turn brown of them all,
No i hate brown,
Now it made me frown,
I live in a small barn off the east coast,
With no one around but some silly goats,
I wish i had friends that i can sing play and laugh,
But no mom says that is bad,
We have mountains and trees, surrounding where ever i can breath,
We got four roads dirt and brown,
One lane is deadly as it sounds,
I walk down there thinking I'll be safe and sound,
Roar a bear is out,
Mom i scream as it get darker i try to leave,
This is what i get,
I stuck in the dark bout to be dead