One thought and I am born again, a lonely drifter's only
friend. One touch and I am born anew whatever is a man to
do? One smile and I am born aloft like colored pills and a
well made puff. These thoughts, touches and smiles and hopes
are mine to build on, levelled slopes, A dream that isn't
far from real that I may live to try until. Until the breath
is drawn from me and I abhor all things I see, I know that
when that breath goes out it was for you I shone this
bright.