They asked of perfect sights to see
What came to mind was all but cliche
Wind scraped mountains with covered snow peaks
To the dark black ocean waves lapping at their toes
What I found to be reality, wasn't that of far off views
The perfect sight I found
Was when I went to bed
I saw her laying there with my son in her arms
Frozen in time
As beautiful as the day I first saw her
He just as beautiful as her
Just for that of a second
Time stood still
And I wouldn't go sight seeing for any view in the world