And there were people everywhere to behold and admire And I longed to be one of them and though I was lost I felt familiar with my surroundings, though they didn’t look quite right Like someplace that I had been before, under cover of night. And I found my way by light of day to the center of a crowd and told them I was one of them and begged them for their help. And with stones they took their aim, and I knew I would die at their hands Where I was crowned a heretic to be loathed and set fire and laid upon a pyre of fireAnd as I cast my eyes to the sky I felt your touch, so gentle and so soothing that I knew I had been saved, but my movements were so labored and my will had been betrayed But my lips they were collop now and to them I am enslaved. And the slightest indiscretions that I made were met with rage And I burned to be free and then you rescued me with your voice and beckoned me beside you and your touch was alive. Sensational and vibrant and with care and your words