I encounter point to point in this spiraling world
Controlled by investors in this IT world
Calling to hovering sattelites all around
Did I invent it or it invented me?
All robots powered by cars through a remote
Because of the song to bring back Bonnie
All I know now is a Holy Child
Protecting my soul to His calling, I submitted
Hide me under your wings my little mother
Your promise of protection I always treasure
My child granted me a lease to your presence
From a fairy tale I wove of a rooster's dream to fly
Inspired by the stories about the cockney lady
Selling fowers in the streets
Taken in by a gentleman, trained to speak and sing
Blowing to a candle, following the wind..
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