O young lions,
this it your kingdom,
every beast has its poison,
every line has its victim. Choose your crime,
pour the ashes out the window,
empty mickey by the river shining like a broken halo. Roll out of the cradle,
climb out the window.
Make your love too wild for words.
Stumbling thru the city with the ordinary birds.
Loosen your collar,
shake off the wires.
Run like a river,
glow like a beacon fire.