You know, I see
Hope floating like leaves on the breeze;
Smiles glinting like defiant stars,
In the unforgiving glare of the Sun;
The fat man who wants to swallow the world,
The little man who wants to grind it to dust,
The angel with wings that shred your heart,
The unshaven, ugly man with a toy in his coat.
And I see your desire spread like the sky,
Inviting me to spread my wings and fly,
To drift like the empty grey clouds,
Till your heart arches into a beautiful rainbow.
But darling, trees they grow big,
And their leaves hide a deep, dark mystery,
But they die, and their branches are burned,
And fire doesn’t ever grow on the ashes.