• The winds are strong, The sky is dark,
    Running through the woods, you hear that same bark,
    You could scream, but no one would hear,
    Your still running, full of fear,
    The hunter is out to kill,
    You pray you make it out alive,
    You imagine a knife,
    Taking away your only life,
    Remember the time when you were four,
    When he walked through your bedroom door,
    You tried to get away, but all you could see,
    Was the key, to a whole other core,
    It was the knife you see before you now,
    Except there's no crowd,
    No mom to save the day,
    No little brother Jay,
    No one to help him stay away,
    There's a pain in your heart,
    A blade just like before,
    Everything fades to black,
    Open your eyes, and your magically back,
    Another dream to tack in your mind,
    Just like the kind before,
    It reminds you when you were only four.