This sun of warmth plays a part in life's
reality, yet life cries on, not to see what
lives under the shade of yesterday.
This day we live, we reach high, sometimes
higher than our destiny, only to find that we
never have to reach any higher than our own
beliefs.
Oh! sweet days, we live each second in
a daze, in a maze of what we would like it
to be, and cannot find our way out.
This love we hold is not how we feel, we
have no explanation how strong the power
it holds just a small degree we feel, it may
be a lifetime to know what love can do.
This song we sing will never end, not if
we believe, letting it comfort our life we live,
just measure each day for what we give, not
for what we want, it can live a lifetime, after
that an eternity.
This world is not bad, it is beautiful, it is us
lacking knowledge, bearing arms being aggressive
what really means our survival, this we cannot
confront without destruction.
(This we know. that only in the warmth of
the sun shall we conquer)
