I don't wish to see through my eyes,
darkness envelopes every-where,
cities keep building high towers,
building over the parks and flowers,

I can't wish to see your gentle hands,
they bury me quicker than quick sand,
your face lit upon impressions of the land,
You were an Angel wearing gift of hand band

Sweeter than fairy floss and paint's gloss,
I speak to my mirror image since your loss,
If I had wings, I could fly to a gentle spring,
and wish for sparkling diamond for your ring.