Beauty echoes through the mountains and beneath the trees, I will wait, for the sun to shine for me. My heart is beating fast, I am losing sight. Maybe it was the drink and it was the fight. But wait, it was something else. It was the twinkling eyes, Her angel voice. Maybe I was being pushed down, But holding on to her, I was alive, Dreaming of death and dreaming of love.
I saw a canvas in front of my eyes. I painted it the midnight blue. It was the color I saw in her eyes, It was her aurora's hue. Maybe I was scared, And maybe I was drowned. But all I saw then, Was the masterpiece of God. He had it speak.