Tears from your eyes and I'm free again

Listen, God tiptoes across the room

I am the bee with frozen wings

A gift from the river of song

Into your arms, unwoven by the wind

Unraveled in the chains of time

Am I to begin again?

Where do I begin?

Like the garden I shall grow

Like the sun beneath the soil

The light scars my skin and I

Free to walk amongst the valley again

Across the fields of mother

Little black balconies

Further down, here we go

Little black balconies

Little black balconies

A wrinkled sky of morning light

With fingertips that grip like hooks into the sun

Moonlit by a lunacy smile

Left with a gift, a gift from the river of song

Into solace or we may relate to rest

A serene embrace of soul

A spirit stripped of all pretense

Free to dance, free to run, free to sing amongst the morning light

The light that scars my cheek and I

Amongst the valley again