Down with the winds, down with all
covering blankets, take it all down.
I am hooked on things you frown
upon, carelessly, aware of the naked fall.

The fall is near, so very near, my eyes
were twinkling, godsent happiness and lies
mixed and all is good when he flies.
Strangely hidden, somewhere, he cries.

I believed and worried, remember that
it hurt. I believed and worried, recall
that I hurt. To be real, and love, is what
I mentioned, but I can only crawl.

Do you remember, do you recall, I plead,
begging to be your only, different, need.