Once said to me,
"If this was your mind,
I would set you free."
Then she turned like a bird,
And flew on golden wing,
And I lifted my voice,
Of sorrow to sing.
Only one silver feather,
Drifted down in salvation,
But in it supplied,
A thousand years of elation.
I rose to the surface,
And sang loud and clear,
"All for one, one for all,
And now I am here."
But a great golden body,
Flew down face to me,
"If this was your mind,
I would set you free."
