I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood.
Lost in a haunted wood, Children afraid of the night Who have never been happy or good.
I have only a small flickering light to guide me in the darkness of a thick forest. Up comes a theologian and blows it out.
Alone, alone, about the dreadful wood / Of conscious evil runs a lost mankind, / Dreading to find its Father.
When a man in a forest thinks he is going forward in a straight line, in reality he is going in a circle, I did my best to go in a circle, hoping to go in a straight line.
When you're lost in those woods, it sometimes takes you a while to realize that you are lost.
There seemed to be no end to this wood, and no beginning, and no difference in it, and, worse of all, no way out
There's nothin like a trail of ßlooÐ to finÐ your way ßack home
Lord, why did you leave me in these woods?
We were as Hansel and Gretel and we ventured out into the black forest of the world.
Anyone who doesn't believe that the forest is a deadly place has never been lost in one.
