The soft wispy clouds

Like white butter in air

Smoothly spread across

The flair, The flair

 

Black angels that glide

In a supersonic vibe

All marching together

In a flight, In a flight

 

Trees by the beach

They glide, they glide

To and from their motion

Rustling leaves too slow

 

Gentle wind that blows

Like softest Feathers o'er

Falling gently as winter rain

Freezing the flow, freezing the flow

 

Gray hair with shanties

Nothing matters anymore

No lover to lure, no lover to lure

Just loving this ageing process for sure

 

Gracefully the years go by

Turning a girl into an older mom

Although never bore a child

But children she loves, she loves

 

In a castle so real and huge

Her father lovingly built in his youth

A family lives comfortably

From childhood to youth till death

 

A charming face growing old

Grace has never known beauty anymore

Like the light of heaven she shines

Angelic lady she's called and known

 

Graves aren't any far 

For young or us the old

We all have to return home

From dust we became, to dust we turn

 

Life is not a game of chess

Relationships aren't pawns to move

It's a saga told, yet untold

To each his home, to each his home

 

Human desires have no boundaries

Each keep following each

Contentment with what we have

A soul satisfied to preach, to preach