| Walking along the river in the town that I was born |
| There were images stretching out to the? |
| I’m adding some decoration from the ceiling to the floor |
| I’ve been using these pictures for my medication |
| From the kingdom to the soul |
| For little steps from here to there |
| Animals, Birds and Trees transform in the fire |
| Burning all night long |
| since monkeys and spiders |
| That’s the way it’s done |
| We go. |
| Walking along the river, putting some words together |
| I believe we’re almost home |
| Floating along forever |
| Maybe it’s now or never |
| I can see what we have done |
| Animals, Birds and Trees gently whisper to guide her |
| And this is what they say: |
| Every transformation wears formal attire |
| And two weeks resting … |
| I’m taking a piece of paper, writing myself a letter |
| When the day is long, I’m setting it down |
| Beginning my own adventure, Call me the mad professor |
| I keep writing, most of the time |
| Children’s choir: |
| Gentle father who will help you? |
| Gentle mother who will tell you? |
| Gentle children who will take you? |
| Gentle people who will… |