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I am a loner, a dreamer by trade

And I can't remember a dollar I made

A hole in my shoes, a hole in my jeans

A hole in my head where my sense should be

A poet, a prophet, a saint I once knew

They're dead now and I still have nothing to do

So I am writing the words in the wee, early morn

Out of love, out of scorn

A weaver of colours, a woman of life

Took spray from the ocean and made me a wife

But tide soon ran out for us all the shore

The woodlands seem safer for sure

The birds all have flown to the south now it seems

And winter is covering the spaces of dreams

Close the door, build the walls, let the curtains hang down

And bring the circle around

A young lad is wondering and kicking the stones

In search of his shadow, his life to unfold

With innocence flowing like rivers of wine

He follows his angel divine

And what will become of this idyllic peace

Through love lost and anguish the nightmares increase

Tell a tale of the earth and of devils who reign

And victims of sorrow of pain

Come writers of wisdom, come painters of charm

Your days that are numbered must surely be harm

The fantasies offered I laugh at with glee

And witness your downfall for free

And where are the values we held long ago

They're down at the bar where I feel I must go

Fair you well, you'd do well to look to yourselves

Instead of the idols you sell

What angels of mercy, what choirs above

Can bring from the heavens a fountain of love

The castaway sinners, the madness released

Will enter the portals un-ceased

The reckless of youth and the wretched of all

Can no longer stand to the battle so cold

Turn your coat, bow your head and fall to your knees

And bare your soul to the freeze

The thunder clouds roll and the earth is to quake

A life is to give and a life is to take

The mountains are high and the oceans are deep

And dangers surround my sleep

Now where is the traveler to come be my guide

Without his assistance I surely must hide

All the doubts and the fears of having to roam

This far away from my home

And I met an old man who looked just like me

All wizened and ruined and drunk as can be

He opened his book and he wrote out his life

The pages were covered with strife

And yet still a twinkle escaped from his eye

A light in the forest, a star in the sky

He could show me the way, but I was denied

The reason to teach me why