Hansel And Gretel

Breadcrumbs for the lost. Breadcrumbs for the lonely

breadcrumbs for those that choose that path bravely

Not knowing where it leads to, not knowing the ending:

not knowing that into hell, they are descending.

 

Breadcrumbs in the forest, Breadcrumbs to the hut

Breadcrumbs up to the door, that once you're in, slams shut.

The path lead the sister, and the sister lead the brother

trying to persuade her to follow another.

 

Sundown in the forest, as they found the house

silence in the hut; as quiet as a mouse.

Hansel grinned at Gretel as they settle for the night

Not knowing when they woke, they would be locked up tight.

 

Laugher all around them. Laughter as they woke

Laughter from a stranger who would not share the joke

Until the siblings realised, the joke was really them

They had been captured, for slavery they were condemned.

 

We have to escape them, we have to just run

We have to escape them, before they think they've won”

Gretel whispered it when they were alone

We have to escape them or be lost in the unknown”

 

So they planned an escape, they planned and planned

Waiting for the perfect moment to make a stand

And then the day came when the window was open

and they ran through it: the slavers power over them broken.

 

Breadcrumbs for the lost. Breadcrumbs for the lonely

breadcrumbs for those that choose that path bravely

Most do not come back from the path that they stray

But Hansel and Gretel were the first to come that way

The End

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