If she would only let me climb the vines of her braids lie in the shade by the creek sip water from her slippers slip the gown from her shoulders taste the raisins of her ******* die in her arms 1000 times the widow beneath a willow.
Move towards the light Do not stay in the dark Always find yourself And reach for that spark Rise up and beyond Have that strong will Keep a level head So you can see another thrill