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