Tell me of the world, of how you used to dance in the rain
Like me, as a child.
Take a chance, you said. I have leapt and turned to find
You still standing upon the edge; are you afraid to jump
From the risky heights to the wonders below?
I do not understand your mind but I love you;
And I cannot take that back. My hand is my hand and that is all,
But it is attached to me. And I have leapt and not fallen.
Tell me of the world again, tell me of the lies,
And the kings and knaves.
I will listen forever.
Take my hand,
And tell me of the world.