Hanging, looking the blue sky
death knocks and cries

like an orphan mother just died

Come home
I long for thee

come quick, have my hands
play on that I may dance

dance like a cloud
steady like a tide

joyous like a Sky
powerful like the wind
for I am world's king

on its four stool
still waiting like a fool

for the coffin long for me
and the grave lonely for long
death and life who owns me for...