I'm candlelit in the caravan , It's raining heavy knocks on the door, The rats have chewed gaps , in my shoes and my scraps, and left footprints all over the walls. 'I came to this lonely place to find The voice of my heart', she wept in rhyme- The undergrowth hides The secrets of tribes, a sequence of lives I'm speaking my lines , I'm seeking to strive An' I'm creaking my bones never felt together til I was alone. The secrets of stones the hours I roam, no streetlights to gr