Songs Of A Vagrom Angel

You need not be a prisoner in that cell of clay.
Every night I remove the bars of your prison window,
and you could fly away if you only had the courage.

There are wings on the shoulders of all men,
But being invisible the wings are never spread.
They are stronger than iron though lighter than thistle-down;
They can carry a weight as heavy as the eternal part of a soul.

If you should ever spread those wings
you would know how I love freedom,
And chase it around the mulberry-bush
whereon the stars all grow.

The wings are behind you and you never see them:
so also is the past.

Do you guess my meaning, daughter of earth?
He who remembers, sees; and he who sees, can fly.
But you remain a prisoner in the cell of clay!