The Hermit

On a cold wintery mountain

He draws the final curtaln

The hermit cries

As his inner soul dies

Golden sand

Crimson land

He's alone tn his world

Hear his plea

For can't you see

His llfe has been hurled

Hermit, hermit alone on a hill

Let them laugh, say what they will

Hermit, hermit, your time has come...

Looking down at the life that was his own

With no love in his heart he is alone