i wrote myself out of prisonnand i fought a civil warndidn't dare to meet my peoplenwho drifted away in the worldnnlearned to hide in open spacesnin order to get my things donenand now i can't be foundnloneliness, when the day is donennohhnnthis night i recall youni saw you once and i think you saw me throughnni'm still searching,ni'm still searching for younnnnis it too late for you to come?ntoo early for you to come?nsing, love, the conflict on my tonguenwill my work ever be done?nnfaithful own the true heart waken (?)nsing, love, the horror of my tonguenmy beliefs have come undonenlessons of love and teachings of timennohhnnthis night i recall youni saw you once and i think you saw me tooni'm still in loveni'm still in love