hey Patrice don't cry they've no reason to argue at all they don't realise that the angels surround you with light they don't understand their narrow ways defeat them where they stand they don't realise you hide the sadness beneath a painted smile.
Ignorance, that line of fools steers a wayward path and set the course upon which we sing into the night of uncertainty. Following the stars that make their way across the sky valuing the love that land brings to our eyes We sail...