Walking along golden yellow sand, wishing my feet stood still looking out onto calm blue angelic waters flowing past the red, pink sunset, past the blue light shining in the distance, shining to show the world that it is still there.

Shining its own gold light, even as I stood thousands of miles away, I can still feel the rush of the golden sand against my white pure feet, against my hands playing, while I am laughing with my friends sitting next to me, being in the moment of finding my true gold light.

Finding my true passion come alive inside of me, my white dove flying by, as I start to believe in my own gold light, as I start to believe that I have to let this white dove fly, I can’t be caught anymore inside a black cage, I must fly out.

Believing that as I cherish each wing I spread, as I cherish two wings I find that I am living out that burning red flames raging inside of me, as I run back to the holy gold land, as I run back to the place where my hand touched the golden brown stones, I keep believing in my gold lighting flying up to my pink butterfly while making friends with my white dove.

Walking along golden yellow sand, wishing my feet stood still looking out onto calm blue angelic waters flowing past the red, pink sunset, past the blue light shining in the distance, shining to show the world that it is still there.

Shining its own gold light, even as I stood thousands of miles away, I can still feel the rush of the golden sand against my white pure feet, against my hands playing, while I am laughing with my friends sitting next to me, being in the moment of finding my true gold light.

Finding my true passion come alive inside of me, my white dove flying by, as I start to believe in my own gold light, as I start to believe that I have to let this white dove fly, I can’t be caught anymore inside a black cage, I must fly out.

Believing that as I cherish each wing I spread, as I cherish two wings I find that I am living out that burning red flames raging inside of me, as I run back to the holy gold land, as I run back to the place where my hand touched the golden brown stones, I keep believing in my gold lighting flying up to my pink butterfly while making friends with my white dove.