In this world the gods have lost their way. . Can't keep this picture from out of my mind. This fear hand in hand crossing innoncence, time. Surrounding creation they caught in a trap.
So the blue bird will fly o'er the world and the stars. In the moonlight, we pray for forgiveness that's ours. Only now can she rest from the singing of songs.
Anderson/Howe/Squire/White. September 11, 2001. . Soft as a dove. Touching the hand that lays next to me. Innocent light. Leading us through a moment in time.