The Fifth Province

Pressure mounting,
The fool with the tools,
Is constantly putting me down,
It's times like this,
That I like to go to my sanctuary,
Known to me as,
The Fifth Province.

Not quite Leinster,
Not quite Munster,
Not quite Connacht,
And not quite Ulster,
But a perfect piece of each,
Moulded together to create,
The Fifth Province.

It's so peaceful there,
No pressure at all,
As there's no one there,
To put the pressure on,
Just me and my thoughts,
Alone together,
In the Fifth Province.

Not quite Leinster,
Not quite Munster,
Not quite Connacht,
And not quite Ulster,
But a perfect piece of each,
Moulded together to create,
The Fifth Province.

Sometimes I escape there,
When I'm angry or sad,
And sit alone in silent solitude,
To gather together my thoughts,
So I can channel them onto a page,
Ignorance is bliss,
In the Fifth Province.

Not quite Leinster,
Not quite Munster,
Not quite Connacht,
And not quite Ulster,
But a perfect piece of each,
Moulded together to create,
The Fifth Province.

I'd show it to you if I could,
But it's visible only to me,
You have to discover it yourself,
Although most never do,
As only a rare few,
Experience the reconciling and the healing,
Provided by the Fifth Province...

Not quite Leinster,
Not quite Munster,
Not quite Connacht,
And not quite Ulster,
But a perfect piece of each,
Moulded together to create,
The Fifth Province.