Describe the rainbow to a blind man,
Teach a dumb child how to sing.
Birds are singing in my heaven,
In a world that is but real.
So I drown myself in shallow tears
All through childhood though to swim.
I realise the clock stopped ticking,
Giving way for my one swing.
How do winding roads and disappearing footprints
Lead to castles standing tall?
To understand would be everything,
But I don't want that, that's not real.