You talked of me with acid tongue
And pointed trembling spiteful hands
Your presence almost overwhelmed.
When Mother Nature tends her young
She comforts each and every one
The flower sheds its seeds and flourishes.
But now I walk a mile high, my shoulders in the clouds
I have seen the sun break through, I'll speak my thoughts aloud sometime
For now I see tomorrow just as clearly as I see today
While yesterday which meant so much has grown so far away.