Kindred мастер
Made of brass
and beating heart
From the high-tech steel he walks apart
Where they cast out feeling at the birth
He seeks out the living,
breathing earth (ahhhh)
He flies across the great divide
With mercy as his only guide
Unlike the cold world of his birth
He knows what every
soul is worth
On a thousand sands he leaves his trace
Bringing solace
to a weary race
They called him broken,
called him weak
For the gentle
words he chose to speak
No cold machine can lock away
The kindness dawning in the day
He broke the mold,
he threw the key
To set his beating spirit free (freeee)
He flies across the great divide
With mercy as his only guide
Unlike the cold world of his birth
He knows what every
soul is worth
Through the deep dark he wanders on...
A gentle traveler...
(soft hummmm)