She whispered in the morning sun,
about the night that went before.
And every word that left her lips
lingered, within all that's pure.
She paused and settled,
with the chorus,
with the dawning of the day,
She whispered softly on the ear,
yet she had so much to say,
Her mind and soul an army,
tempered by the kings of light,
She whispered to a broken troop,
told him there's no need to fight.
The battle, it is over,
like the darkness falls to morn.
She rests upon his shoulder,
Nests upon a love that's born.

Silent echoes in the air,
with every word that isn't shared.
Those words that hide, within your heart,
the ones that make you fall apart.
The sorrows that you once leaned on,
thank the Lord, for now there gone
There's sparrows singing, within my soul
as everything learns how to grow.

The magic of child's sweet smile,
the innocence within.
The light that they bring to our world
without a sin to sing.
Their reason and their wonder,
should never be ignored.
Lighting before the thunder,
rainbows as it pours.

Someday we will be strong enough,
to right the wrongs that we made wrong.
Someday we will be whole again,
with all the birds and all their songs.

Those evanescent visions ,
that seem to seep through all thats done,
waiting like a blade of corn,
reaching, leaning to the Sun.

The light, long there before our breath,
before the things that we regret.
Shining then and shining now
shining before we knew how.

How to deal with right or wrong?,
sitting underneath that Sun.
One of many,
our Sun  it shines!,
as we all try to define.
One of many,
let it burn!
Cosmically,
as we all learn.

The light that gives sight to our eyes.
With every morning sun will rise.
Rise and fall,
above our heads.
Burning like the toasted bread.
The burning fire in the heart,
the one that warms us in the dark.
The flame that weather's every gale,
the gentle waves as we set sail.
The voyage that is there to seek,
is hard to find throughout the week.
Yet know that it is always waiting,
watching, heart and mind debating.
Waiting for the sun to shine,
rising deep within your mind.

Time, who knows where it goes?,

What lies in the midst of yesterday?

Maybe tomorrow is today on some unparallel plain,

reliving all the things we did yesterday - today.

What do we get out of time?, and

do you make it all worthwhile?,

do we use it wisely?

For once a moment is used,

it is used and gone forever.

Or is it?

Maybe on this plain at least.

Minutes, graced by hours,
graced by days, graced by all the years.
With every single breath you take,
the happiness,
and all those fears.
Every moment for a reason,
each one to their own.
Every smile that isn't forced
is something, something you can own.
Every smile that isn't forced,
projects those feelings
that you own.

Sitting still with twilight
high above the Celtic Sea.
Not a soul to stir my thoughts,
each one on its own with me.
Sitting by the old grey stones,
among the lost forgotten graves.
Not a soul to stir my thoughts,
gazing down upon the waves.
Each one replaces the one before,
new life making old life's passing,
easier as you mourn
New life makes old life's passing,
easier when it's sore