Death makes an artist. Only once I could see my dream. Didn't feel the smallness under the stars. Once I got bars in my cradle. As a prisoner I write a letter from there. My Lord to you let me become what my child thinks I am. In you is the beauty of the world of which death made me an artist. My Lord to you let me become what my child thinks I am. My own heaven I created here. Let me get away. My own heaven I created here. Let me get away