I sit and I watch as the sun goes down,
The lids of the eyes of the world close –
I reflect on the sights that those eyes have seen
And I hope that its lips have a smile.

I stay past the dusk in the long night hours
And share in the peace that the world shows –
I consider the dreams that the day must cause
And I hope that its lips have a smile.

I watch as the first streaks of light hit dawn,
The pulse of the heart of the world grows –
I wonder on the thoughts of its rise and shine
And I hope that its lips have a smile.