The wind hums through the branches Stoic trees provide their shade As I thrive in peaceful solitude My lonely escapade I’m indifferent to the silence Contented all alone I’ve left a trail of breadcrumbs To guide my way back home And yet I turn around and find My trail has disappeared Devoured by some creature Empty footprints filled with fear Now my peace turns to forlornness My seclusion dark and cold As I wander off the beaten path Recalling what was told Isolation brings despair A bleak and hopeless life While a good friend works like a salve To heal when things are rife I never thought I needed one My breadcrumbs were enough But now they’re nowhere to be seen And confidence is tough I beg you, wand’ring traveler To be a friend to me To be my trail of breadcrumbs That my path home I may see But I want not for myself alone For this is what I’ll do If you will be a friend to me I’ll be a friend to you Together we’ll traverse the world Without another care No need for trails of breadcrumbs For we’ll have each other there