It seems that dreams have left this world
since I’ve outgrown childhood
And all is made of loss and cold banality –
so I go walking at the break of dawn in search of some beauty.

The sun’s warm rays caressed my face like a gentle lover’s hands,
but still I saw the grime and filth a-covering these lands.
And I’ve known no gentle lovers, so my judgment holds no weight,
and even in this summer, a cold wind still seems my fate.

I stopped by a soft and gentle creek to rest and catch my breath,
for I found fear when I found the field where I died my first death
so I ran ‘til I couldn’t smell the scent of lust among the grass
and the dark marsh creek formed a barrier I found I could not pass.

So I was forced to go and find some stones beside the railroad tracks
and carry them down to the creek; yet stones that creek still lacks.
For when I went to throw one in, I came upon a thrush –
it spread its bill and spoke to me in a voice I could not crush.

This royal, white bird, it spoke to me not in tarnished words –
it spoke to me in a language I knew to be the tongue of birds.
It said, “If you drop this stone on me, I still will spread my wings,
for I shall always join in the song that wondrous nature sings.”

I had already let the stone fall down onto the sodden ground
so now I stood in an awe-struck daze before the truth that I had found.
Slowly I turned my head to the sky and found it was now day
and that’s why I stand before you now as this song takes me away.