She’s put me in her little box 
You know the one without any locks 
And she tries to close the lid 
But don’t you know that I am His
And not weary for the taking
I am stirring, now the dream is waking
And it won’t take tea with any chains
Flies in the face of spurious claims
That may be laid by my door
I have always wanted something more
And you give me more than I can remember
Felt the wings of hope engender
As I stand out on a steady bough
It’s worth more than I do allow
To be here and to be there
You must know that I still care
In avenues and in routes well known
You’ve gotta say the grass is grown
But it still has something yet to give
I open my eyes and forgive