alone in the darkness of the woods br collecting its many goods br waiting for the little red riding hood br to save me from my solitude br darkness all around me there i stood br too bad nobody could get me out br when my soul is passing draught br and im still in a bout br with the life's killing spot br br people say of me faithful and others im a stout br but according to my dream im only a spout br walking alone looking for the sprout br which will save me from this worldbr br Guess Whobr br