Steal me away. Steal. Steal me away. From where I stand. Although I'm kneeling down. On the ground. The owl hoots. The moon beats through. A doubt awakes. A voice dares to ask. "Will you follow. If you love him you will follow. Will you follow. If you love him you will follow. If you love him will you follow. Him even to. His forest of glass". Robbing the muse. Is that. Is that what I've done. They turn and laugh. "That you cannot do. We are the robin's muse. And we will sing for you. Lift up your head. Lift up your heart. Lift up your head. Lift up your heart". In his forest of glass