A tree stands alone
Outlined black against the snow
The winter's silence descends
Darkness comforts like a friend
Bringing songs of sadness to my lips
A filigree of words and shapes
Here I stand alone
Like an ancient god, he stands
Witness to all life
Locked in years of solitude
Outside all and yet within
Dead leaves are forgotten memories
Ghosts refusing their reprieve
Here I stand alone
And here the emptiness in my hand
Reflects the places I have been
And in the tree, I find myself
The carnival of spring long gone
Cling to life that I once lived
Frozen breath outlines her form
Here I stand alone
Words are wind
Words are breath
Words are substance
Words area real
The Blue Hour - A Tree Stands Alone Lyrics
The Blue Hour - A Tree Stands Alone Lyrics
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A tree stands alone
Outlined black against the snow
The winter's silence descends
Darkness comforts like a friend
Bringing songs of sadness to my lips
A filigree of words and shapes
Here I stand alone
Like an ancient god, he stands
Witness to all life
Locked in years of solitude
Outside all and yet within
Dead leaves are forgotten memories
Ghosts refusing their reprieve
Here I stand alone
And here the emptiness in my hand
Reflects the places I have been
And in the tree, I find myself
The carnival of spring long gone
Cling to life that I once lived
Frozen breath outlines her form
Here I stand alone
Words are wind
Words are breath
Words are substance
Words area real
Outlined black against the snow
The winter's silence descends
Darkness comforts like a friend
Bringing songs of sadness to my lips
A filigree of words and shapes
Here I stand alone
Like an ancient god, he stands
Witness to all life
Locked in years of solitude
Outside all and yet within
Dead leaves are forgotten memories
Ghosts refusing their reprieve
Here I stand alone
And here the emptiness in my hand
Reflects the places I have been
And in the tree, I find myself
The carnival of spring long gone
Cling to life that I once lived
Frozen breath outlines her form
Here I stand alone
Words are wind
Words are breath
Words are substance
Words area real
Writer: The Blue Hour
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