Dry Wood

I had you,

I had you,

I had you,

I had you;

I have nothing, and I am all alone.

I find comfort in the proximity of my fears,

In this dark wood that I roam,

And when I cry, nobody hears,

I feel no place to call home,

Just respite from these calluses and blisters:

Keep moving or the oil will burn away;

Everything was here, but it all just missed us,

If I stay, leaving only becomes the fear.

O where are my brothers, where are my sisters;

Never so near as so far away, I dream,

Just a dream that our mother kissed us;

And on this path there is a toll to pay,

Just a dream, just a dream, for that love I pray;

Just a dream to sleep,

It comes and it goes away.