Handful of Rye

from the falling stone see the ripples flow
rippling through my calm unspoilt demeanour
there I was thinking you were just a person
selling fruit or flowers somewhere around the corner
someone I didn’t care about
someone I didn’t care about
alas, there you stand strangely awkward
as baffled as me 'bout this strange encounter
never thought you too had to go on living
never thought you too longed to be wanted
somewhere somehow I must draw a line
but I’ve crossed them all already
somehow somewhere I must build a wall
oh, but they crumble when the heart skips a beat
release me, just let me go
don’t hold me down
time is not for turning
go fly be a bird, free at last
dance your way up up
I’ll dream of a tiny blackbird
gazing at itself from the deepest blue
go fly be a bird for ever and ever
sing your way out
I’ll dream of a curious child
handful of rye