I battered the cordons around me/ And cradled my wings on the breeze,/ Then soared to the uttermost reaches/ With rapture, with power, with ease!

You have always given me more than I gave to you. You were the wings on which I soared.

When I am gone and the wind blows, It is the breeze from my wings you feel.

Rise with the hour for which you were made.

I've learned of life this bitter truth/ Hope not between the crumbling walls Of mankind's gratitude to find repose,/ But rather,/ Build within thy own soul/ Fortresses!

The heart of a woman falls back with the night,/ And enters some alien cage in its plight,/ And tries to forget it has dreamed of the stars,/ While it breaks, breaks, breaks on the sheltering bars.