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