Waiting for Winter

Hide away little hermit.
Are you happy with you head up in the clouds
Full of dreams that don’t come true?
A world is waiting,
it’s waiting for you
to see what you might do.

Hiding the treasures of your mind
Like a pirate buries gold
On a deserted isle
Hiding the treasures of your mind
Like a hoarding hibernator
Waiting for winter

But another morning
Sees you rise without a smile
Yawning, yearning for the things you feel inside
Let’s see what you wil do…

Hiding the treasures of your mind
Like a pirate buries gold
On a deserted isle
Hiding the treasures of your mind
Like a hoarding hibernator
Waiting for winter

A thought unspoken can never be a word
A dream unspoken is a song that never will be heard