Lost in the woods, fallen in a ditch far from the sun
He was crying, and squirming, and thinking he was
Definitely done
Slowly a shape stands out
From above she observes the lion
And impassive, she hints at a smile

Can you give me sanctuary? Desperate, the unlearn'd
begs for life
Can't you see that you're a prisoner and unhappy
Without wonder why?
But you can go away, and find your own path unaided
The universe still has plans for you

Rather bewildered, the one sits in the mud and begins to
think
There must be a way for sure to go
Back up, and not sink

The woman goes away, among the leaves she disappears
While the evening shadows stretch to the east

Paragon looks up and screams
Waves his arms just like wings
With the strength of despair
He slowly hovers lightly in the air