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His Name is Robert Paulson

from Jazz Lingo by Polyphony

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Outside the snow is growing
Flake falls on flake in this cold field
For years it's born no yield
And worn the winter as its shield

And it is vast
Ten-thousand yards, or so it seems
But it ends at the trees
The white is bordered by the green

There at its heart
There sits a single speck of grey
A house worn down by age
Let us now see what it contains

Within its walls
A room's alit by lantern light
Though it is wrapped
In mem'ries night

A man sits at its center
His body taught and sallow skinned
His soul expression grim
His heart is weighed down by his sins

Oh what he's lost
Oh what he once held in his hands
Now only mem'ries stand
Though they belong to far off lands

There in the flames some shadows play
They never shrink, nor fade away
They merely dance before his eyes
And sing a song of fonder times

Oh how he wishes for his strength
The will to move, the will to break
Away from thoughts that bury him
And so swell up in'ternal din

Oh won't you say, won't you say what you want from me
He calls at the walls yet they answer the same

He chokes on his din, at the thought of his skin
And he begs let me out, let me out, let me out

He claws at his skin as he beats at the walls,
As they beat at the walls, at the walls of his skull

He howls at the house, at the window, the flame
Wishing just once for something to change

Silence sets in, morning begins
Although it's cold here now

It is himself he must forgive
If from this house he lists to limp
And as he looks now at the clouds
He somehow knows the time is now

And so the sun casts down its rays
And slowly winter at last wanes
He quickly stands, walks to the door,
And opens it with feeble force

He takes the first fresh step
Upon the coat, that winter's left

He feels a pull, albeit dull
As the forest to him calls

Come here, it's calm here
I am cold

Wanting, needing, the clouds to part
For some star to guide my way

It holds me back, I'm trying
Can't you see I'm dying
To feel this, once

As I glance now o'er my shoulder
I see that house doth smoulder
I turn my eyes back to the pines
And wonder at what paths they hide

There, somewhere
I am lost

Hoping, begging
For things to change
For my scars to fade at last

It keeps me down although I'm trying
Just to try instead of lying
Withered in a wretched pose
My face a lit by n'ember's glow

I'll live as if I've never lived
I'll try as though I never have
To feel it, once

I know myself I must forgive
If e'er my live I wish to live
I'll find my shelter in the trees
And leave behind foul memories

I'll cast away the winter's shroud
Which now casts down shadows of clouds
The forest calls this heart of mine
As I draw near the portal pine

He enters

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from Jazz Lingo, released April 14, 2016

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