User blog:Kat2wind2archer/Run, Prancing, Run

Run, Prancing, Run.

You have always been the towns ghost,

You've always been sitting at the lamps,

You've been pushed around by the world,

You've always been fighting through,

And now the people have left you here on the ground,

Get up Prancing, get up,

Run, Prancing, Run,

For the people here have had enough of your shadow dancing in the dim lights,

But your my pride and hope,

So now I scream;

Run, Prancing, Run,

For the people are sick of seeing your paw prints on their streets,

The ones that built your history,

The ones that you placed and followed every day,

The ones that have become your rutine;

The ones that lead you to the poor boy,

The ones that lead you to a loaf of bread,

The ones that lead the poor boy to food,

The poor boy follows the lead of your paw prints from then;

So now I scream;

And the Poor Boy screams;

Run, Prancing, Run,

For the people hate the lonely eyes you have,

The ones you watch over the town with,

The ones who have observed the little girl's walks every night,

The ones that noticed the black wolfs that day.

The ones that helped lead the girl to safety.

The ones the girl looked into and laughed,

Laughed of happiness because they seamed brighter,

So now I scream;

And the Poor Boy screams;

Along with the Little Girl;

Run, Prancing, Run,

For your our pride, our hope,

But the people hate your claws,

The ones that cut through the rope from the Very High Hill,

Freeing the Coughing Fox from it's grasps.

The ones the Fox washed for you, the ones the fox polished as a thank you.

So now I scream;

And the Poor Boy screams;

Along with the Little Girl;

And the whisper of the Coughing Fox;

Run, Prancing, Run,

For now you've left,

You've left like we've asked,

You got up after the people pushed you down,

And now,

Now that your gone,

All the people call;

We all need you now!

Get up Prancing, get up!

We all need your help now;

We'll carry all your shame and pain now;

Get up, Prancing,

We all need you now;

 You where our Pride and Hope;  

We're sorry we haven't showen you that.

So now I whisper;

Good luck Prancing,

Run, Prancing, and again,

Run.