A swing bangs on the wall Of a manor amongst the colours of fall Below a hatch I've found a book As an organ repeats its hook There is the shed, there is the saw But not the chained one I was looking for As silence comes I lose what goes It's the value I drew from hope A growl, I stand out wide But my axe has fear to strike I see how it falls, I'm prone to run Into those woods that hid the sun