Oh, my baby honeybee, You still had so much growing up to do. Drifting in the veil made of nothing but a smudgy little rain-cloud So insistent in your calling & your thoughts. You are smoke curling from a chimney now; Lost in the space you had once occupied, but The angels, torn open as they are, still call you back. I'm not exaggerating- Both your voices are wrapped up five times and rehashed. You know, we never knew you, not really Most of the time, an artist like you is really just a mirror. Again & again you were bitten by the bug, honeybee, Oh well, never mind, You deserved to nestle in hearts, and eyes, and ears Your world is so big now, but not as it was. ...for a music artist I like. And it is ironic that ppl seem to see this one first. maybe your star power is rubbing off
