“Once I ran the rock down to the seashore
Once I climbed the cliffs up to the skyline
I lay on the shore like a child
waiting for the wind to blow me wild.”
Hedge and Donna

“Yes, your birds of stone are resting in my hands, I do not mind.
I broke their wings, they cannot fly and they do not care, they may in time.
But with the fear of the flower to dust they will fall,
they are not kings, they are not gods they mean nothing at all
Ah, you don’t have to fly to be free, please understand me.”
Hedge and Donna