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It was a cold and dark road with grass blowing in the moon light, the shadows of his past raised by his head and were sucked into the blue moon above.

Whispers from his demons and secrets from his mind became to be clear to him. His choices were hard and his fantasy of a better life were in front of his eyes

The rain began to pour and pour, and as the rain was pouring he could feel something so much more then pain and fear

He could feel the wire crossing into his soul, wrapt around his legs and inside his heart which was on his sleeve. He had less courage then before and all he wanted to do was to believe

But the abandonment sunk in and his dreams fell apart. What was he scared of, what was he doing, where was he going?

The night began to crisp and he learned from his mistakes in past tense to just be patient, it's been so long since the smile of friendship graced his poor mind and loneliness sinks in

Who was he, why was he so angry at the road ahead, then it struck at him like a tree to a loch

He wasn't angry at himself or anyone else. He was disappointed at the selection and placement he had been given. He was just frustrated 

He got his head together and realised his call, without anyone and anything he learned to stand tall he believed in fairytale as strange as it may be,

He learned to be, finally free

From his cold dark road with grass

Thank you