Madonna

A tree stands in a field 

The field is bordered by a road 

The road leads to a house on a hill 

I live there still 

No house stands on that hill 

Never did, never will 

And where that road goes no trees grow 

I live there still 



When I was a child I hid when you called my name 

But then you found me and pulled me out 

And hurt me just the same 

I saw the open would 

I saw the blood flow out 

I saw my mother turn to me 

When she heard my voice call out 



This would will never heal 

And nothing could matter less than what i think or what i feel 

This would will never heal 



I hope you love me 

I need you wil all my soul 

But what you feel and who you are 

Is something i will never know 

What surrounds me gives no shelter 

What binds me does not hold 

And the light that bathes me and warms my skin 



In my eyes is always cold 

That light falls through a window 

See the figure that's seated there 

She hold an ivory handled comb 

And draws it through her hair 

There is no light to see by 

There is no one sitting there 

But the coldness that is in my heart 

Is more than i can bear 



This would will never heal 

And nothing could matter less than 

What i think or what i feel 

This wound will never heal