The Hunter

[intro] [instrumental] [verse] He stands on the ridge, a silhouette against the grey, Beard tangled with the morning mist, chasing shadows of yesterday. They called him John, in the city's hurried tongue, a life he left behind, Now just the rustle of the pines, a solace he could find. [instrumental] [verse] The rifle leans against the bark, a tool of his domain, He tracks the deer with silent steps, through sun and driving rain. He feels the hunger in his gut, the primal urge to feed, And in the taking of a life, plants a complicated seed. [chorus] The fire crackles, orange glow on weathered, thoughtful face, He watches flames consume the wood, a lonely, quiet space. He felled that tree with aching hands, a necessary cost, And wonders at the balance lost, the beauty he has crossed. [verse] He sees his reflection in the lake, a man both strong and worn, Haunted by the echoes of a life that’s tragically torn. He sought the wild for simple truth, a world stripped bare and clean, But finds the man within him still, a tangled, human scene. [instrumental] [chorus] The eagle cries a lonely sound, across the vast expanse, He feels a kinship in that call, a solitary dance. He takes what he must to survive, a hunter in his prime, But questions every fallen breath, the passing of all time. [instrumental] [outro]