I bring in the wood, light a fire
Sit by the warm glow, a book in hand
A tall tale of love and desire
Ideas that I could never seem to understand
An open window, the scent of pine
A brook whispering gently nearby
No other living soul but mine
I speak and hear no reply
And I exhale into the peace that has found me
In the quiet place that now does surround me
I no longer let those old ties bound me
And I live as a hermit with no one around me
I sleep alone in a bed made from a tree
Hallowed out and cut into the shape
Recovering from what was done to me
Despite change in scenery still hard to escape
I have been here for so many years
That the wilderness has become my prison cell
Through all the bitter winters and tears
I alone have braved the darkest hell
And I exhale into the vastness that does surround me
Wondering why love has never found me
Desperately pulling at the ties that bound me
Knowing there is nothing around me
I cannot live between two worlds
Tying, tying me with my own rope
But there is someone out there who will save me
Of that I still have hope.