A mime stands upon the gallows for a crime he did not do 

When given the last chance to speak he remains true 

A crowd of hundreds has gathered to see his last performance knowing he will not talk 

The mime takes from the sky the circles of bright spheres 

Lays them on the table 

Expressing deep love for the companionship and guidance they have given him 

For so many years 

He removes his heart from his body 

And seems to arouse all life on this splendid earth 

With such a sacred tenderness 

There for an extraordinary moment it looked like someone was giving birth to the Christ again 

He mounts his soul upon the body of freedom 

And grave breeze comes by 

And the sun and the moon join hands 

And they bow so gracefully 

For a moment 

For a moment 

Everyone knows that God is real 

That God is real