• Even for a hermit there are times when the days of endless silence are far too hard to bare,
    Silence is nothing but silence. All I hear are my inner most thoughts and desires.
    When the thoughts of my mind begin to cloud there are things that just are not fair,
    With a misunderstanding of youth, I cannot comprehend the things that transpire.

    A word for the wise, a word from the soul, my hearts content I can no longer hold,
    For the heart’s content of a hermit cannot be heard.
    A hermit’s heart is locked away from all those who wish to mould,
    But this young hermit is crying to be heard.

    The wonderings of a heart, mind and soul bring not but despair,
    In all the things that once were can no longer be for a hermit’s life is as silent as silent can be.
    It’s what the hermit chooses, but in all essence it just tears,
    In the mind the things I did not want become the things most important to me.

    A hermit’s heart is a lonely heart which none will ever hold,
    ‘Tis the way a hermit’s heart is hidden and locked far, far away.
    Be wary of this hermit for she is not one to fold,
    She does not bend to her wishes no matter how her heart may sway.