And it was in a rain-drenched garden-shed
That I woke to find that I had been dead
And the endless string of unfinished things
Of broken wishes and incomplete dreams
Looked me in the face through my own eyes
And I decided that wasted time wasn’t so nice
So I got up, you see, and looked for a thing
That could remind me to fly, return me my wing.
And when I saw that an ocean in your eyes did lie
Mean to be with the skies inside my eye,
I knew I had found the miracle that made this poem rhyme
And it was love that let me be born
A second time.