From far along I look away
Back to what I once seeked
To what I once slaved
A silent boy I found
He stepped forward one time
Only to be turned around
I kept watching him until
He was turned around again
For then he remained still
I approached this boy with my advice
He defended himself with his words, so normal
I said "help." He tightened like a vice
I said "run." His stance stood still
Tired of turning, I understood
I said "save." He then asked for hospitatility.