Once upon a time I was made of stone
And I traded all the hardness in the world to watch the flowers grow
So now I can walk among the world of men at least in half
But now softer than ever and still expecting the rain to last
I'm deserted in the dryness
With nothing left but prayer and hope
I'm an angel living flightless on these tearless heightless slopes
I'm the sun without a shadow I'm the fire bereft of smoke
If a stranger passing by could only help me to the road…
You cannot drown a horse in water you can only let him know