• It glistens like water drops on such a green leaf
    Greener its body, cobalt blue notes on a wing
    I'm looking for something to relive the relief
    That watching them fly long ago used to bring

    The water now call us, in the wet Summertime
    Iridiscent ways to say that it's all the same thing
    Sticky with mud we will fly up on high
    Strong like the breeze, thin like a colourless wing

    That's what they dreamed of when they made
    Churches with stained glass, light spectra that dance
    Unbreakable Truth in a creatures that fade

    They help us to see up above what is certain
    To break out from the shackles that trap up in good sense
    And the sky and our dreams are now more than a curtain