But the night sky had indeed
been enchanted
When
I will write, when my mind's my own
When I can listen to my heartbeat
When I can hear the silence of the dawn
I will write
I will walk, when my feet become like new
When the scars have gone and I am healed
When the pain subsides from the weals
I will walk
I will talk when my mouth becomes clean
When chitter chatter stops being obscene
When the whispering walls become a has been
I will talk
I will love when there's music in the air
When I can touch and want to care
I will love
Chris, 1942 - 2003
