Because I have dreams and in those dreams I see the stars
He worked night and day. He made a coat that would transform him; he would be more than a man; a winged creature, beautiful as light. All the birds brought him feathers. Even the eagle. Even the swan.
He was her enemy, and she hated him because she could not hate him enough.
Only the man who has known freedom Can define his prison.
Nothing has changed, or will change. So we must change it.
He sang his last song. And the words of that have never been written down. But it was sweet and of great beauty, and those that heard it were changed utterly. Some say it was the song that moves the stars.