Bring us home.

I saw that was becoming a duckling

Strange as I saw me morphing

Huge ducks wings unfolding

Face shifting into an angry beak

How strange to swim

This may be a curse

Or a blessing

Mmmmm..

What green lightv on that mountain

Shines

Perhaps a shrine in the distance

A meaning for my existence

Yet far from here to fly

Shall I rise

Shall I rise

And take my place,

Uplifting skies to drift upon

As like a yellow swan fly

Forwards the sun!