I cannot reconcile myself to this - I wish I could!I cannot live the = life I ought to live - I know I should!I cannot bring myself to = pray,Except to wish these words awayThey echo round my headBut soon they = will escapeAcross the bleak landscape There is a tree that grows out of this earthIt stands aloneThere is a = wind that shaped it from its birthBy whom the seed was sownI cannot = bring myself to singIt is a wild, untethered thingThat echoes round my = headBut soon it will escapeAcross the bleak landscape I cannot bring myself to... speakExcept to wish myself asleepEvery word = unutteredOnly serves to clutter up my headWhen I go to bedI dream = thatSoon I will escapeAcross the bleak landscape And soon we shall escapeAcross our very own bleak landscape
