Lift my body up and cut the strings
The carnal maladies digest my energies

Mirror, close your eyes and don’t reflect
This stunning ship once prime, now in neglect
Searching for a Captain just prior to the wreck

Lift my body up with soft, pink, wings
Weightless I will smell the gifts of Spring

Clouds shall hide the judgment from below
On wings I shall fly gleefully; circumstances apropos
Have not my contributions justified cause for quid pro quo?

Lift my body up and reveal my heart so pure
Unveil purpose and direction, of which I am unsure

Mirror now can shine and expose all
Lost of all encumbrances, I place judgments on the wall
Divinity now answers; your sands of time still fall