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So he dropped the webs of the spider of heaven down through the clouds, All the way into the pool of blood at the bottom of hell Far above in heaven a bird flys through the terrible cloud of unknowing Trust can make a man into a wood, trust can make a man green An everything that longs to Be Broken and small enough to see To be held in his hands To be a part and yet alone Here he is, reaching for...the speed of light Here he is, reaching for...the sound of forgiveness Now wounding 'round the waterfront she listens for a voice A sign of Mother God, a sign of God the lad I long to enter you with gentleness and compassion But sorrow is always an open door I know many days go by and I forget to look up at the stars I forget there are stars, I forget there is the rest Thin threads of light follow you around Through the pale blue, down your skin Down your skin From Letras Mania