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Child of the wilderness
Born into emptiness
Learn to be lonely
Learn to find your way in darkness
Edward Scissorhands, he was a man unlike any other. A lonely inventor longing for a son figure made him, in his dark mansion on top of the hill. That faithful night he began to create that man. He taught the man everything he could until. . .
Who will be there for
you
Comfort and care for you
Learn to be lonely
Learn to
be your one companion
He was an old man. It was the night he was finally going to complete the man he had built. The last thing he needed, hands. He showed him a box and inside was what would be Edward's hands. He held them up so Edward could look at them. His eyes lighting up at the thought of being able to touch, but something happened before the man could finish him. The man died, Edward looked at the man he looked to as a father's lifeless body. He ran his hands of bladed steal across his face, shocked to find blood on them.
Never dreamed out in
the world
There are arms to hold you
You have always known
Your heart was on its own
He would always look down at the pastel city below him. He'd watch children playing in the yards, and people visiting one another. He wondered what it would be like to live there with all of the other people, but he dared not go for fear they would reject him because he was never finished.
So laugh in your loneliness
Child of the wilderness
Learn to be lonely
Learn how to
love life that is lived alone
One day he finally got the chance to live among them. They found him special and interesting, always wanting him to sculpt their hedges into one of his designs. He even fell in love with a girl, he remembered how it felt to have her against him. Unfortunately for him this happiness had to come to an end. The entire town, his friends turned on him. Making him go back up to live in the mansion on top of the hill. . .alone.
Learn to be lonely
Life
can be lived
Life can be loved
Alone
He looks down still at the town, as he trims the hedges in his yard. He trims the ear of the bunny he made last week. The one in the middle he keeps with extra care. It's a hand, what he always dreamed of having. If he had them, he would be able to be with the girl he loves. He enters back into his house, and climbs the dark stairs up to the roof. There he carves at blocks of ice. His favorite is one of the girl he loves. It's of her dancing, as she did his last night there. She danced in the ice shavings falling from his angel. As he finishes he smiles looking into her icy face. He walks over to the whole in his roof and looks down on the town. Smiling to himself as the last bit of ice shavings cover's the town below. He knows his angel is out there dancing.