Oh, I had never created a piece of art
I was simply an invisionary that-
Made things how I saw fit.

Oh, and those bright eyes of mine-
My eyes were more forgiving than kind.
And isn't that what they always like.

Oh, the city, a year ago I visit-
Was the mark of a new beginning.
Missing things, go back just for the feeling.

Oh, to doing things for myself,-
Not what everyone else is wanting.
To the city with shorter hair-
And now my ***** are the only things flying.

Oh, to give what I can-
That is the recipe for
A philanthropist man.

Oh, short hair flowing in the wind-
And my finger on the cloud gate.
And my forgiving eyes are ready to forgive again.-
A toast to a new beginning.