Jade
Maddy Prior, Rick Kemp
Jade is a child, who is eighty years old
Delight, delight shines in her pale eyes
Laughter is her medicine, she says it keeps her young
And she never lies
Bitterness, she has never known
Although she has seen all of life's murderous deceits
She weeps for the innocent
But is amused by the proud in all their conceit
Holding the drunken soldier, in his wild delirium
She doеs not to avoid his fetid breath
Gently shе runs her fingers through the smallest child's hair
And fears not death
Patterns keep on changing, she lives each strident hour
That clangs and rings down all the days
For love it is everything, this world's many masks
And all its touching ways