Bleak Landscape

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 away They echo round my head But soon they will escape across the bleak landscape There is a tree that grows out of this earth It stands alone There is a wind that shaped it from its birth By whom the seed was sown I cannot bring myself to sing It is a wild untethered ting that echoes round my head But soon it will escape across the bleak landscape I cannot bring myself to speak Except to wish myself asleep, asleep But every word unuttered Only serves to clutter up my head And when I go to bed I dream that Soon I will escape across the bleak landscape And soon we shall escape across our very own bleak landscape