A serene beauty,
Walking down the starry way;
Reclaiming the various colors,
Losing the purified clarity.
Among the melancholy of the crowd,
She exists with a smile so convincing;
I lose thought of the present,
Losing my own sanity.
My little child of respected choices,
Breathing among a hundred losses;
Yet shining with its mother's might,
Paving a soft path for the masses.
Smiles showered from my own!
Walking down the starry way;
Reclaiming the various colors,
Losing the purified clarity.
Among the melancholy of the crowd,
She exists with a smile so convincing;
I lose thought of the present,
Losing my own sanity.
My little child of respected choices,
Breathing among a hundred losses;
Yet shining with its mother's might,
Paving a soft path for the masses.
Smiles showered from my own!