golden god rays bound my hand
whats flying high can quick crash land
you cut these ropes, you take a chance
the water rises, yet still we dance
weather swept away or soaring high
you never know when comes goodbye
weather chance or fate, we never know
sometimes our truest colors can stop the show.
the gardens green
whats buried is seen
the butterflies which gather embrace me like a dream
the golden rays surround my space
mealting off my second face
the breeze which blows wispers all it knows
dismisses all my foes
eases all my woes….