soft dreams

What if the play never stop?
Will it be better?

Ignorance is Bliss I was once told
Tip tap down the aisle
Knock knock on the door
It never open

Turn around rejected
Sunset with the rain
Knock knock on the door
Once again it never open

Autumn came, along with winter
Cold and hungry
I yearn for the day when the angel smile
Shining on to me.


For that day, Choirs will sing
Bells will ring
Walking on clouds
to a place with new wonders I'm heading