On a path
Few of us knows
Where southern winds
Swiftly blow
Mother earth
Greets the sky
There at her feast
Of these primal beast
The imagination
Becomes alive

There's a whisper of relief
By the skin of our teeth
As stars in the night align
And so comes the truth
We lost in our youth
Happiness Is simply
Sublime

The Angel sighs
Be thankful
And happiness
Will come...