First time in the third,
Surrender your wings,
Told the bird,
Clouds of mine, seas of things,
Will you, will you see?
Rose said thorn stings,
and it clings,
It's not what you made it out to be,
Sold clocks on ninety-three,
Jack died with me,

Mourned age, war spoke,
She remarried, father left,
Son's disgrace, water broke
Learned countless of theft,
And, then, went for a smoke,
Crimes in leather,
I had a bad eye,
Embraced weather,
Cold felt high,
Redeeming feather,
I deserved not,
Not for you,
Fired a shot,
Not for me,
Death I got,

Flew upon the sea,
Beyond, finally free,
Became clouds of green,
Will you see what they mean?
I am here,
Don't you believe?
I am sorry,
Don't you grieve.
© Wanheda