I think I saw you on the edge of reason
Where the pope sells freedom and kings commit treason
Indeed I saw you standing there boldly
With hearts in a basket you stood by so firmly
Indifference was screaming right through your expression
Then you laughed and you cried till you scared away the last angel
The creative spirit has always been mad
For how else can you create what others had banned
This is just another riddle for you to decipher
Just as nothing in this life is a choice that we muster