A tree stands in a field

The field is bordered by a road

The road leads to a house on a hill

I live there still

No house stands on that hill

Never did, never will

And where that road goes no trees grow

I live there still



When I was a child I hid when you called my name

But then you found me and pulled me out

And hurt me just the same

I saw the open would

I saw the blood flow out

I saw my mother turn to me

When she heard my voice call out



This would will never heal

And nothing could matter less than what i think or what i feel

This would will never heal



I hope you love me

I need you wil all my soul

But what you feel and who you are

Is something i will never know

What surrounds me gives no shelter

What binds me does not hold

And the light that bathes me and warms my skin



In my eyes is always cold

That light falls through a window

See the figure that's seated there

She hold an ivory handled comb

And draws it through her hair

There is no light to see by

There is no one sitting there

But the coldness that is in my heart

Is more than i can bear



This would will never heal

And nothing could matter less than

What i think or what i feel

This wound will never heal