Lay me down on the sky

Lay me down on the sky Like a hammock of cotton-wool air. Like a child, I'll sincerely and blindly Paint the sunsets with colours to spare. Show me waves in their riotous motion, Let them soar till my neck's sore from staring. Let the winds play French horns on the ocean With a fury, a devilish daring. Lead me on through the palace and hall, Let me look at the lives of the great. Seduced by their gold and their glory, they all Run the ball for the many-faced crowd. Sit me down by the edge, by the brink Of the chasm, so that like a bird, Spreading wings out, I'd go in a blink Gliding down on the current of air. Lead me up to the gates of the Pit, So I'd bow to the floor to the lost. I am sure God is present in it, All-forgiving to all who have crossed. Show me Eden, if just through a crack, Just the tree whose fruit fell to the ground. And I'll never shut up when I'm back, Telling all: "That's exactly how it went down!" Drain it dry, so there's not a drop left, Not a crumb, and without any ills. So my medical chart says: "Unlikely… Two? Not a given. This one he'll stomp through with a song"