You make no sound
As folks gather ‘round,
Like shadow hounds
Eyes seem unsound
As folks gather 'round
And please you aloud
And I now believe that no one asked
About your secret past
The pain to match your strength
And I now believe that no one thought
You had a lonely past
The pain and strengths so vast
From mellow seas,
To houses on wheels,
To slabs in West lands,
Hand in hand
From yellow bills,
To slabs in West lands,
Like bones in your hands
But I see a tree that's standing high among the shrubs
So only one hand may rest its palm upon my cheeks
The only one that I'll need
To know why no one asked
About your secret past
The pain to match your strength
And I now believe that no one thought
You had a lonely past
And pain to match your vein
When it rains