Justin Vernon had his cabin in the woods
A place where he found peace on Earth
Temporarily freed from the plagues of living
Blessed with the tranquility of a spiritual rebirth
Lost in the world I searched for my own meaning
A place I could call my home
Searching desperately for the illusion of safety
Praying that I wouldn't have to spend this life alone
But a million lost souls told a million sad tales
With words far more beautiful than mine
So when my journey became too much for you to handle
I understand why you walked away, for the final time
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 3:13 PM UTC
Justin Vernon had his cabin in the woods
A place where he found peace on Earth
Temporarily freed from the plagues of living
Blessed with the tranquility of a spiritual rebirth
Lost in the world I searched for my own meaning
A place I could call my home
Searching desperately for the illusion of safety
Praying that I wouldn't have to spend this life alone
But a million lost souls told a million sad tales
With words far more beautiful than mine
So when my journey became too much for you to handle
I understand why you walked away, for the final time
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