when the flowers in my head begin to grow
they speak the words for ages to come
when the light in my arms begins to glow
the weight will never be enough
when the water in my world begins to flow
they silence the sound of nightmares
that is when i'm willing to show
understanding in a gift i sorely desire

sounds and sights, words and wisdom
lights and more light, beacon of freedom
where the eyes of the senses touch the sand,
eternal winds will be born

the world of sundown is only the sleep of beauty
don't wake it up with a kiss
the world of sunrise is only the sleep of magic
let it sleep with thousands more
when their essence enters my blood
a grain of sand is all i am.

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