This is a story to tell
If i spill it then i'm a sinner
For sinners have nothing to do with writings
Don't look at me with bedroom eyes
For i'm a bird and i don't want to flock with you
No, not yet time to be in your sky
Not until we stand on soul tie platform before the clouds
Then we can enjoy what is ours rather than steal it.
Owner of fame
Shield me with your raincoat
For the rain is heavy.