Footsteps clatter, silent chatter
The waves of laughter crash and subside
A salt-beaten sailor, I wait for it to end
Lost in the sea of the crowd and
No one knows where I am

Home at last, few minutes’ve passed
Already the room sears spite and loathing
Too close, too far, too torrid arrives the onslaught
Overstepping my boundaries in an attempt of bravery, my wings flux
They all see me fall, but no one knows where I am

Frigid stares, bitter glares
Averting their icy gazes, into the holy house I go
Labeled a faithful predator amongst the snow-white sheep
I slump into a pew, waiting to be hunted
They sense my thirsty fangs, but no one knows where I am

Closed eyes, soft-breathing sighs
My sanctuary at last is here with her
In this utopia no one can touch us
With one sharp jolt my life quakes, a final storm I cannot combat
Alone, alone as always and no on knows where I am

Lead-cased seeds, a cordite breeze
The cool metal slipping from my hand
I have made Spring and after years of being alone
They will never piece together where I have been
But by the stream of the fresh pool, I have made it clear where I am