Dear sweet love,
give me a word.
Whisper me back when I drift
into the clouds above the sorrow.
For the days are long,
and the world is at war
without seeing or knowing it.
But I see.
I know.
So I am flying,
always toward the darling sun
of us.
Darling sun.
Give me the strength to see the war
and know my heart
will make it to a brighter tomorrow.
