Isn't it plain, isn't it sad
Your little world is all you had
No one to blame, no one to hate
Some are too soon, some are too late
Isn't it hard, isn't it cold
One more page to rip and fold
Feeding the fire to warm your hands
Reading the flames to understand
See your shadow rise to meet you
Pretty soon the stars will great you with their cosmic light
All the colors they reveal let you know that
What you feel can be cloaked in nite
Isn't it lost, isn't it found
Perk up your ears to catch the sound
But its fleeting as you know
Out of the woods you'll have to go
Into the fields, into the hills
You never seem to get your fill
Solitude that speaks to you
Even your sky is tinted blue
