The sound of yelling in a lonely forest
Echoes reverbrate and return
To remind you of what you fear most
Freedom is naught when companions are too

Times like these are enough to tempt
The heart and feet to flee
They will notice, but it’d be too late
Hearken now, before the footsteps fade

Were in not for love of one true source
Stalwart promises made long ago
Regret would have overtaken this frame
Crumbling under weight of heavy nothing