I sit here waiting,
In this darkening park...

Day and night time just passes by,
Pets age and the clouds move on to another land...

It seems to be so lonely.
On this day...

Something poeple would see
As the silliest thing around...

Where the sky is alway blue,
Where everything seems alright...

If beautiful was an angel,
Then you would be Heaven's best...

Far from sight
In the darkest night...

Amongst the fleeting clouds up high
where wings of the sparrow spread open wide...

A soothsayer I am not,
I cannot foresee your fate...

Forest green needles
Hanging high in the sky...

A cane that echoes down the lane
Sounding through the gale of an angel song...

A boyish sound, that vibrates through the air,
It tickles the ears as it swirls about, then dives...