once again the old barbed-wire wall makes all my attempts seem so feeble still in the sky i prophecy a golden eagle flying free and a girl holding a flower beneath falling towers o lord , make me like one of these brave , gentle people dear sophia once , if i remember well my life was like a faery tale i was wealthy , i was blessed by the body of a princess but i took too much for myself then my wings began to melt beneath the crush of the swirling dawn o dear sophia , where have you gone ?