You fluttered down from the sky
you perched upon my hand
Your glossy shell was grand
...
Oh how I hate them
I wish I could throw them all away,
Start again, a new day
Long hours spent, no more
...
A lone wolf howls its last
The wind whips through the highrising rocks
The storm is coming
...
Rip Helmut
You fluttered down from the sky
you perched upon my hand
Your glossy shell was grand
You were destined for the olympics
Champion runner
Fast as the wind
But then you flew away
Too bad so sad, dead within the day