In the bright red sky

In the heat of an evening

When only prisoners sleep

She said she couldn't

Come to the garden

See an old man weep



She said her dreams

What too far to be thought of

As scars too WIDE to view

She said she couldn't

Come to the garden

See a blind man kneel



She sailed away

To a blue horizon

In floating thoughts she'd sway

She said she couldn't

Come to the garden

See an old man pray



She wished them luck

As they left on their journey

Maybe she'd join them soon

But she lost her grip

At the tip of life's finger

Went home and worshipped the moon