He runs, he jumps, he tries to hide
They sprint, they shout, they shake inside
The loud thud of hooves, the soft pad of feet
The angry people, they race up the street
As scared as a small child lost in the park
He keeps on through the forest dark
But what will he do? He does no know
All he knows is that he has to go
The people stop running and look around
They sprinted, they shouted and now he's not found
They get to their homes and quietly regret
Why aren't they happy? That's what they don't get
They feel like barbarians that chase him away
Why weren't they kind, why couldn't he stay?
He wasn't like them, for that they were scared
To take him in? They weren't prepared
His long, dark shadow disappears
The moment unlocks his deepest fears
Crouched deep in the woods he lets out a cry
He moans as he watches the people go by.