She was like morn or a free bird
Had virtuous light or colourful feathers
I was tired and numb after the usual toil
Like very few showers on the merciful soil
When I saw her she was passing through
Out of my bounds as if soaked in dew
I followed her like a slave in chains
She made me pure from all strains
Have always wondered, do I have any thoughts
For her what I say, should I follow the dots
Her thoughts provoke life if a stone instead
Like an angel among us in flesh and blood
Had virtuous light or colourful feathers
I was tired and numb after the usual toil
Like very few showers on the merciful soil
When I saw her she was passing through
Out of my bounds as if soaked in dew
I followed her like a slave in chains
She made me pure from all strains
Have always wondered, do I have any thoughts
For her what I say, should I follow the dots
Her thoughts provoke life if a stone instead
Like an angel among us in flesh and blood