The nest of warm air
Serenade of strings...

The glint of light from the rising sun
shows us all, when the day\'s begun...

Like those painted on a canvas, beautiful, clear...
like the vanishing arc of color after a storm of...

The hot moist breath
as he laid me down...

I can't believe what I see
An angel in front of me...

Sky is high
Air is sweet...

How beautiful the setting sun
The symbol of when day is done...

I gaze upon from below
I follow it as it glow...

When Tomorrow comes
With my troubles gone...

I don't know how i feel
i don't know what to say...