my work is not
dependent on
another word
another song
it all depends
on where i rest
within my soul
within my breast

so get thee from me
with your claims
for our support
in your small aims
though if you're heading
for the top
i'll walk with you
and i'll not stop
to dally in the daffodils
to praise the sky
or praise the hills
or drip some blood
'cause here and there
a cloud descends
from god knows where