Little Lisa Gibbons went walking one night, from light post to post, she tried to stay in the light. She held on to hear coat, gripping it with fear, scared that the boogyman soon could be near. A few minutes had past, she came upon a park, there were 2 guys on a bench, sitting in the dark. Lisa kept her eyes straight, her breathing started to get loud, she heard something behind her, so she turned around. Both men had gotten up and they started to follow, little Lisa ran right into the parks hollow. Her heart was pounding, as branches scraped her face, she was running from death itself, and slowly loosing the race. She finally stopped running, then got quiet to listen, she pulled out her rosary, started praying and kissing. Dear God she whispered, I need your help please, she took a deep breath and got on her knees. I am too young to die, I just want to go home, I have always depended on you, and never have I roamed. The clouds overhead parted, the full moon was seen, tear rolled down her face as her skin started to gleam. The men who were chasing, were not very far, they got tired of running and left in their car. Little Lisa was the brightest thing in that hollow that night, if you happen to stray from your path, he will provide the light.