Golden sands lay under foot
Picking up a pebble...

Shades of rosy pink
Flutter the delicate wings...

Softly flutters down a chilly breeze
Whirling freely through emerald blades...

In the temperate hours when
Dusk becomes dawn...

In the dark of night beauty sleeps
To the sound of a broken romance...

The child lies in a morgue pretending to sleep,
Whilst the mother sings a broken lullaby...