Singing for Ethopia

I too have been crucified, martyred; died in innocent blood
I too have been aborted; orphaned;disclaimed and pushed into rubbish
I too have been exploited; disembled; ruined ; alienated
But this too ; i have had; Orpheus harp -- sounded by my fingers gentle strokes
I have had my share of being Atlas
I had Appollo's charoit at my disposal
But,
I have passed on -- as the wind from the mountains to the valleys of life
From the valleys of life to the sea of changes
The oak that i fell
the reed i carressed
The lakes where i died
Ethopia,
the one look in your eyes tell more than i've possibly tried.