Lyric

Of all that is written, I love

Only what a person hath written with his blood

Write with blood, and thou wilt find that blood is spirit

He who would learn to fly one day must first

Learn to stand and walk and run and

Climb and dance. one cannot fly into flying

Save your pity for the living

For a moment that will last a lifetime. I draw

If I were to be reborn, I would like to be a bird

Enjoyed the street noises

The real world is much smaller than the

Imaginary. When it can’t be loved, pass

Blessed are the forgetful

For they get the better even of their blunders

If I think I’ll climb highly, it’s to use

The leg. It isn’t supposed to be carried by

Others to an expensive place

There is only way no one can walk besides

You in the world. A field’s reaching

Where or, you aren’t supposed to care

Advance earnestly. Find the way

The grow of my heart

What could be possibly be beyond this point?

There are things that are conveyed

Even without saying

If I were to be reborn, I would like to be a bird

Enjoyed the street noises

It will not be long before the winter,acute pain

Stuck inside a cloud