I know a man that
when he speaks
it seems as though
butterflies singing
around his mouth
and that man is you

but I need power
to talk to you
and I find it all
in your modesty
and for all your honesty
birds don't fly away
happily feed on you

one more flower
wasted on you
by all those who
speak of majesty
and for all their dishonesty
birds do fly away
merrily come back to you

but I need power
to look you in the eye
and I can't find it at all
but I want to make you live
for thousands died looking at you
yet you never lived