in the lion heart of mine to earn ignominious fame so I sing the song of love like a cage- bird though my rhythm stolen by the burden of life I descend every night to the roof of your fairy dreams though my wings are cut by the piping eyes of bigots , I hear the waves of the sound carry the urge of your mysterious mystic eyes though some jealous created a wall I smell your showering breath in the flowers though the gardener leads the bees after me some sharks make hindrance to