Till half asleep I bask under cerulean skies and sunshine in the middle of the meadow where the gentle winds roam counting clouds like they were sheep slowly drifting toward a world of dreams while listening to the peaceful swooshing of free winds across the soft grass
I want to remind you of the sun, Its light will come again, And no matter how dark it seems to get The darkness always ends. And I know it may seem impossible Like it will forever go on But I'm telling you the darkest hour Is just before the dawn.