Windy afternoon stirs dust around us with [bad word] spoon

Chasing after leaves and playing catch with raindrops.

Glancing about me your eyes begin to speak of what should be.

Telling me I’m here and suddenly the pain stops.

Seems like every time I ran away from home my new life makes me feel like being born

And then the way you follow me around tells me that I’ve found the rainbow.

Love embraced diverse, uncultivated children of the earth

And sunlight seems to dance across the skies, like summer in your savage eyes.