I looked up at the soft blue sky, eyes wide with wonder.
Above me, a bird cries for a fallen child; I shiver at her sad song.
A pedestrian gave me a daring pat, it was obvious I didn’t belong.
The world surrounding was mysterious, all emotions were quite mild.
No depth were in these people, no soul; no light.
No life was in their eyes; no being contained the sense of sight.
I searched for one alike myself, but all their stares were blank. In my loneliness, I remained; and let out  a soulful cry.

Behind my eyes, colors flash
And you and I my sister dash
Across a field of stinging bees
We run beyond the frozen seas
With thoughts of sun and mossy roots
We sing  and laugh with phony coots
And by no rules, do we abide,
for in this world
we’re side by side.
And I without you, could not see
the sister you will always be
For you have been so good to me.

I am as the ocean,
I am a wave of many things,
On the surface I am a plain blue desert,
endless and unchanging.
I am as the ocean,
on my coasts, come tidal waves,
however, on my shores the emotions
break into a million, foamy things.
One may step into my waters,
But will never know my depth.
                            For I am as the ocean.
                            I am a wave of many things.

Rejoice, rejoice
Sing once, sing twice.
Let's gather here.
Bring your brothers
Bring your sisters,
We'll make music
Under the setting sun.
Red dirt, underfoot
All of you, and me
We'll make a memory.
We'll touch the sky,
My friends
And make harmony
And dream of Peace.

I stepped upon a dream
One day
My darling love and me.
It brought about
A kiss without
The weight of modesty.

Music wafted
Through the glass
And it's beauty beckoned me.
His voice rang high
To where I lie
Upon the balconey.

He sang with
Golden radiance
In the grass below,
A bird joined in,
Sang with her kin
Her breast as white as snow.

The song she sang
Was charming,
Full of subtle simplicity.
The love was there,
But none compare
To the song he sang for me.

Don't cry, my son
I'm here, I'm here
I'll stay with you,
My boy, my dear.
I'll float with you
In dreams of streams
And pools of light
Knitted into your seams
Don't cry, my son
I love these clouds.
But how I hate
Black clothes, black shrouds.
On blackened earth,
Right here I am.
We'll go together,
Hand in hand.
Amidst the trees
And mountains, and breeze
Let's go meet God,
Brush off your knees.
But don't forget
My darling, my son,
I'm here, don't cry.
Our suffering's done.