No Man’s Land

I drove forever and a day and I saw no one;

I sailed the river from its source in search of life;

I climbed the hillocks up and down

but there was not a soul around,

and I saw light that stayed up through the night.

This is not my land

this is not your land

someday they’ll understand

that this is no man’s land

I rode the long deserted road erasing footprints;

I felt the forest closing in on all that was;

I strolled through fields of golden dust

and kicked the tools consumed by rust,

and I saw life in every sign of strife

This is not my land

this is not your land

someday they’ll understand

that this is no man’s land

I stepped between the standing stones in sacred wonder;

I bowed my head in holy groves of oak and birch;

I walked through mighty castle walls

that had been built so they could fall,

and I felt free in what was meant to be.

This is not my land

this is not your land

someday they’ll understand

that this is no man’s land