Tree Among Shrubs - Men I Trust

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