My gaze is turned above.

Trees fall down and streets elope and face follows a frown,
Of straight along and circly roads won't further mark my path,
So step for step just past the grass and you there somewhere dad

But the light that fills my eyes is still so rare and so delight,
Why as I reach the follow rise and walk to watch her dream,
The slide gathers like a woven thread just knitted by the beam

So when the turns again and shines brightly on my bed,
I talk to her and wish again to please just let me rest,
For when I close my eyes again and maybe fall asleep,
The only thing that I can see is darkness filled with falling stars,
And maybe one day that's me.