All the stars in heaven tremble with fear, afraid that they pale in comparison to your souls beauty.
Your essence is powerful enough to bathe the ocean sand in loving, white light,
dispelling the present and making all wrongs seem right.
We are captured on the carousel of life...and the seasons..they go round and round..
and the painted ponys..go up and down..yea..for you and I..life moves so fast..
and the painted poneys..they go up and down..playin their music..wondering...if we heard.

Trisha