To the Arms of Morning
Bathed in silence Tucked in a bed of peace Caught while falling asleep Carried in dreams To the arms of morning
Bathed in silence Tucked in a bed of peace Caught while falling asleep Carried in dreams To the arms of morning
Where the flowers grow Wild and free I lose the world And find me Naturally What will be, will be
Stress drowns In the trickling Cascading stream Of notes and melodies Spilling over stones Pooling in circles Ripple after ripple Soothing Our restless souls
Is there a better place To be beneath Warm bed sheets When bones are tired And minds are groggy From the weight Of these days Is there a better place To be beneath Warm bed sheets Where troubles fade And worries sleep Where we lay down All that we keep To be and dream Beneath… Read More Bed Sheets