The Sound of Beauty (Part 2)
Sitting here in the stillness of the night
I dream of a place filled with pure light
Shining down from above
On the wings of a dove
To descend on my shoulders and not take flight.
I see before me a field of green
Nothing more beautiful have I ever seen
As the mist swirls around
My feet on the ground
Nothing spoils all that lies in between.
And on the hilltop, the grass does roll
Even though it is night, it is not cold
Watching it sway
At the dawn of the day
Creates a sight so beautiful to behold.
Now in the sunshine that the day brings
I feel I could ask for anything
And it would be given
To me, from the Heaven
And with joy inside, I begin to sing
I sing a song of joy and yet of tears
For I am not able to release all my fears
That this dream is not real
And I don’t really feel
The sound of beauty that no one else hears.