Make me a dragon so that I may fly,
Beyond the sound of a human’s last sigh.
And away from where all the people die;
And where the wind is the devil’s last cry.
For what do we do with no words to sing?
Well, I’ll be riding the dragon’s wing,
While I hear whispers from angels sing-
“Wise men are coming, with gold they bring!”
Honestly, they live inside all of you.
And I care not if these lies are true!
For I’ll be there when the world is threw;
On the dragon’s wings where the wind just blew.