Nocturnes sing, flowers grow and
Playful shadows stretch the distance between you and I.
Little gray children,
With little gray fingers,
Clutch my color to their little gray chests.
They play their games around me
In hopes that I will smile.
Little gray hands play peek-a-boo
In hopes that I will smile.
And I must give them what they hope for
to then be on my quiet way.
Nocturnes sing, flowers glow and
Playful shadows stretch the distance between you and I.
Little gray hearts ****** into my ears.
The shimmer beats lull and
Those little gray shadows get what they hope for.
The Voice calls me home....
Nocturnes sing, flowers flow
And
Playful shadows stretch the distance.......
Between you and I.