If something in life is so beautiful,
If it shows it's coming from the soul,
When it's lost in it's own little world,
Your heart should know it's yours to own ,
But since it's gone , or can not stay ,
Your world is cold , No life to prevey.
But since it gone , But since it's free,
My love may flow , my lungs may scream ,
As I search for this beauty ,which can not be seen ,
As I look for the spirit , the soul set free,
As the waves wash upon and over my soul,
The beauty comes clear and turns me whole.
The end
