From the top of the flight Of the wide, white stairs Through the rest of my life Do you wait for me there
There's a bell in my ears There's a wide white roar Drop a bell down the stairs Hear it fall forevermore
Drop a bell off of the dock Blot it out in the sea Drowning mute as a rock; Sounding mutiny
I wasn't born of a whistle or milked from a thistle at twilight No, I was all horns and thorns, sprung out fully formed, knock-kneed and upright So, enough of this terror We deserve to know light And grow evermore lighter and lighter You would have seen me through But I could not undo
this guy was amazing. he was the happiest adult i think i have ever seen. he could really sing and was just radiating pure joy. i wanted to ask him for his autograph but he was just too powerful, i was scared. would have been nice to have his name scrawled on a piece of paper in my wallet, just pull it out sometimes and think about how this guy was happier in that moment that some people are in their whole lives. happy birthday, geeta!