…myself Who do you think you are? Oh no, who do you think you are? I'm nothing but a dreamer, dreamer Stay alive for the shivers Who do you think you are Cry me a river I bathe in the waves Throw me to fire I dance in the…

…petals Out of the petals a cradle I will My cradle rocks with the waves of time The time of beauty will never be the same Oh, little girl, as thou must now leave Please take me, take me with thee Now I hear my mother…

…the meadow of life, my acre of Heaven A five-year-old winter heart in a place called home Sailing the waves of past Meadows of Heaven Rocking chair without a dreamer A wood and a spring without laughter? Sandbox without…

…angels do, or like the waves that wave. They climb, they sneak, they clamber, lurk, they go and race to win. They dive to clouds that fill the sky, and they cannot be seen. They darken, darker grow, die down, and split as ice in lake. They brighten up and race again, and rush against the night!…