Freshest air and purest sound,
Across this land, across this ground.
And here alone I stand and stare
Across this ground for which I care.
And trees they line the every corner,
And hedges in the sides.
Mountains rising ever taller spear the downcast skies,
Sight and sound, smell and more remind me I am healed,
And re-sown hearts of halves is one, this country now my shield.
But nature cares not for my plight,
The force of great and worthy might.
Has rather more important tasks,
Than find the person I have masked.
Yet know it there, I know I am,
I've locked me down; it's hidden well,
But reasons for I cannot tell.
And thoughts collide, that I can't handle.
Yet before this scene of nature, of beauty,
But see you too; it is of duty,
That leave you; I can't find else to do.
But if you could then I could too,
Though plagued I am of thoughts of own.
For plagued with yours of which I've grown,
The you of which that I adore.
But which I feel I must ignore,
But lest forget I want you more,
Or that you, or you that's her,
My mind is torn, but can't resist.
Whilst in this country I am alone,
But know I'm never far from home.
