How long I have drifted
understanding not my lot,
always thinking it to be
my insufficiency.

Never realizing 
what was bound up in time
by orchestrated effort
blocked affect and effect.

And should they light their fire,
flick the switch to burn the witch,
for the reccord my last wish
is to be lifted up

On a white horse of fire
and to fly bright through dark skies
and sprinkle fairy dust love
to show way in and through 

To the dawn that breaks now.
Either way I shall fly free
higher higher higher still,
and no more feel alone.