Change the mood from joy to sadness  Because sad is the song I sing  On dreams in deep meditations  On seven horses running on the shore at dawn    Born to fly  To fly in the depths of art  To plunge in her captious whirls  To sin by knowing thoughts of god    But I have wasted the dawn  And this is not to be forgiven by any heaven  So look and see I'll paint a picture    Filled with so many questions and sorrow that divine  But instead of an angel I'll paint a man  For the paint set so carefully  Would wash away its shapes