Hello old lovers of mine. My little boy wishes. Of fortune's kisses. Now dreams cast aside. In the fading light. Your crown of thorns. Becomes a halo. Of branching horns. And yet so beautiful. . I see you gently swaying. In a sea of seesaws. Slumming in the shack. Tony built last year. I know you'll be holding. Court with jackdaws. Crying when nobody. Ever sees your tears. When no one sees your tears. What used to fly us from here. To the stratosphere?. What became of our passion. Is there no one who cares?. Hear the soft minor key. Of the one-time me. Still the acrobat. With my heart on my sleeve. And it's so beautiful. . I see you gently swaying. In a sea of seesaws. Slumming in the shack. Tony built last year. I know you'll be holding. Court with jackdaws. Crying when nobody. Ever sees your tears. When no one sees your tears. . Out back. When the gates are closed. Like a pitiful skeleton pose. We held our first line of defense. Saw our likeness. And it made no sense. Toy soldiers in the muck and dirt. Salvation in your every word. Lost in the fray of everyday. . I see you gently swaying. In a sea of seesaws. Slumming in the shack. Tony built last year. I know you'll be holding. Court with jackdaws. Crying when nobody. Ever sees your tears. When no one sees your tears. . You're still fighting I see. Like a modern day Bruce Lee. Standing proud in this parody