flight of the butterfly, rising free
Sweet as honeysuckle
Loving, gentle, and kind
Beautiful and real
Daughter, precious, divine
Can you see the tears that flow from the river?
The river of all heals the broken-souled fools.
So, I must become a fool?
You have always been a fool.
Oh.
Where is the river that flows to my soul? Where is the stream without end? Without start? The river that flows to and from the heart?
You have answered well the questions you have asked.
Oh.