The Hermit Once upon a time there dwelt A man who lived inside a shell In a dark and shady cave he knelt He sits detached in his secluded hell He had a heart of ice and eyes of fire But it’s flames as cold as his heart’s desire And with all the grace of decaying flowers Dejected he recalls that dreary hour When at first he felt all hope was gone And now this Hermit sits alone With vagrant thoughts he ponders death And wonders what of life is left His dark eyes grow colder with each new breath No fear of dying but of what is next His mind paints pictures of the good he knows From starry nights to green meadows From mountains high to valleys low Despite the beauty his anger grows Heaven’s eyes were once well-known But now this Hermit sits alone But the silence is broken by mindless chatter With the uproar of voices his thoughts are scattered And he pretends to be someone that matters With a voice that’s soft and a smile that flatters You can find this man out on the streets You can watch him laugh and hear him speak You can even marvel upon his feats This man that few have known but many meet Though name and face be well-renown Still this Hermit sits alone ‘Tis a mystery which none explore How he begs for people to inquire more How can they care if they don’t implore So he waits for a knocking upon his door But no one knows this man exists Not thought of as dead but as never lived Never before seen for what he is He’s so tired of hiding but he just can’t quit Though several months have passed none have gone So still this Hermit sits alone If one cares enough to seek out his home Please come join this Hermit so he won't be alone