Twisting grass blades around my fingers
A quiet breeze that always lingers...

Floating back and forth
A happy supplement...

People waitng and observing
And listening to every single thing...

Angels lay wings upon us
While we dream in heaven above...

Angels fade into poison despair,
People crowds who are unaware...

There's a story of a sad man
Who died some odd years ago...

What is happiness?
Who defined friends and foes...

They say flowers always die and feelings do too
And that flowers aren't always pretty...

Vibrant wings and endless ambitions
Colored smiles race across musicians...

Colored marbles meet head on.
As stories are told...

A word to fill your day
A life time of memories...

Twenty years and you still haven't learned
A mother of five and never concerned...