Timothy Treadwell

Every summer’s the same he'd take his
Tent and camera leave the shame behind

Set up camp in an open space
‘Neath the cold the foxes embrace him, treat him as their own

"I love you, I love you, And I don't understand. It's a painful world."

Left alone when he needed grace
He would hide just to see their faces
Stones and taunting games
Thrown and threatened his way

"I love you, I love you, And I don't understand. It's a painful world." 

Thought himself a savior, he called upon the rain
The salmon run was late and it needed his hand
But they told him Timothy don't intrude
The Treadwell tragedy is only in you

"I love you, I love you, And I don't understand. It's a painful world."