Father. My wings are clipped. See the steps that made my trip. Now I’m so lonely. Mother. Time’s frozen flame. seem to linger in the rain. Holding me only. Like a river I’m flowing. And there’s no way of knowing. If I’m coming or going. I need something to chain me down. But it don’t matter. My eyes have seen.... For better. Out of blue comes green. Mother. I have gone wrong. Work my fingers to the bone. All I’ve been doing. Father. Proud that I am. To be born into such hands. Your love so renewing. And I know I can lose it. Part of life ... you can’t choose it. As I touched the horizon. It just felt like I’d die soon. Don’t matter. My eyes have seen. For better. Out of blue comes green.