The angels cast into the fire
the saviour on a cross his soul hangs by the wire
hung on a tree for them to see
the angels die and so sleep
They creep into children’s daydreams.
Reincarnated as a hawk like man
It’s his fate to seek the goddess before it’s too late
to bring her back to the kaleidoscopic fold
but he will die alone when he gets old
ghosts are the only ones who believe
they will wait for his soul to be made free
the key to the universe is strength through love
but his mortal coil is the oil which ignites
it’s his fate…