Crawl to me!
I have proposition to make thee,
You have a 'Wisdom Eye’.
Follow through your dream to the end,
dig the seagull fly across the sky.
Sorrow more distant than a star.
Shoot me with your magic sound.
The poet, the physician, the scientist,
lay crying on the ground.
Dawn crept in unseen to find me still awake.
No egoist in power, no hunger and no pain.
Run fetch a pitcher get the baby some beer,
through the dark foreboding skies of the royal domain.
The jester he sleeps, but the raven he peeps.
The falcons they fly above.
Down through all eternity,
resurrect Your Love.