Bird Of Prey

Bird of prey, bird of prey

Flying high, flying high

In the summer sky

Bird of prey, bird of prey

Flying high, flying high

Gently pass on by

Bird of prey, bird of prey

Flying high, flying high

Am I going to die?

Bird of prey, bird of prey

Flying high, flying high

Take me on your flight.

Doors

"If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is: infinite."

William Blake

The Celebration Of The Lizard

Part I

Part II