Smile and you'll turn out fine,
Like the wheat beneath my hands,
Pour on the heat and cool summer wine,
A garden gate nestled between the archway,
A sea of white sand and deep blue skies,
Know that this dream will pass when I die,
And if I do forget I'll remember your tears,
If I could be so strong I'd wake up and rise,
A smile etched on my features so sublime,
And this is how it all turned out in time,
First they were friends,
And then they were brothers,
Born to love,
Yet kill one another. |
