Tree Among Shrubs

You make no sound As folks gather 'round Like shadow hounds Eyes seem unsound As folks gather 'round And please you aloud And I now Believe that no one asked About your secret past The pain to match your strength And I now believe that no one thought You had a lonely past The pain and strengths so vast From mellow seas To houses on wheels To slabs in West lands Hand in hand From yellow bills To slabs in West lands Like bones in your hands But I see A tree that's standing high among the shrubs So only one hand may rest its palm upon my cheeks The only one that I'll need To know why no one asked About your secret past The pain to match your strength And I now believe that no one thought You had a lonely past And pain to match your vein When it rains