I walked along a path so straight and twisted
Til I came upon a cloud on fire
And with rain I soon was misted
When this dust from the sky had dried
My skin was bright and rusted
Then these flakes they flew and fell
Opened the heavens to show me Hell
And those demons with their silent screams
Showed me beauty in hateful dreams
So when I woke in angel's arms
It seemed their pains had done no harms
. . . It was gentle fingers had left the scars. . .