when it dawns and the sky is passing fair in the peace in a time of silent prayer in the breath of a newborn child's sleep there are mem'rys we will always keep
when a mother first holds her child in the strength of a mustang running wild in the hush of an ocean's silent depths there are feelings in us that we'll ne'r forget
eagles fly and soar on lofty wings infants cry when their time of life begins seedlings grow from the fall of gentle rains these are things we know but can we fully explain?
in the rise of a harvest moon in the scent of a rose in fullest bloom in the grace of a dancer's swirling form then our senses make us glad we're born
in the flames of the setting sun in softness of night that's just begun in the lights of the pinpricked sky there are times we pause to think and ponder why?
breezes blow and yet are never seen there's a mind that can only think a dream can you touch the light of falling stars these are things we know but can we prove they are?
in the roar of a breaking wave we are kept from the cradle to the grave we may know in our last and final hour a loving and