The sunlight will shine upon the face that cries.
Welcome is the voice that says its goodbyes.
Hail will beat down upon the softest skin,
The looser now will always win.
The lightening strikes the fabric brain,
Metal kills the volts again.
The hurricane will hit the field,
The sick now, will not be healed.
Snowflakes fall upon the sea,
Where waves will move and insects will flee.
Hear the seagulls call the toad,
And here within this beautiful road,
Sing to a dance that a dream has given,
And fly to the place where your eyes have driven.
Boneata Bell - Copyright 2011