FLYERS
I was lost and cried  in an empty hole  And I walked and walked  through the empty walls  Every door intact  Every floor so morbid  And endless was  that empty hole.  I could see no man  I could hear no God.  And I walked and walked  through the empty hole.  When high up in the sky  I saw a horse fly  It shined so bright  In its every flight  Like the brightest ring  for the hazel bride  And the ring thrown down  to reach its bride.  And I was flying  Flying from my empty walls ...  
 
