Oh how I’d like to be the sunrise
To a world that darkness conceived
Raise me up, allow me to shine
Is radiance a luxury, fit for a king?
Oh how I’d like to be the flower
In these barren desert scenes
An exhibition, surprising colors
Perfectly fragile, a lavender day dream.
I guess, however, this stirring in my soul
Could be the gleam in a proud mans eye
Or the scraps in a beggars mouth
Paint my portrait with a lovers brush,
Get lost in the forest, and display it proud.