BRIGHT LIGHT

When the Sun goes down and the silence brings all the beauty

of life, then dream looks so nice, just like a bright light in the

angels heart, just like a sight at the angels eyes.

The Sun is down but it still shines in my mind,

reminds me of heaven and garden of light.

Here comes a sound from the angels harp,

she is singing a song about the endless sky.

Why don’t you believe me?

Bright whiteness paralyzed me.

Hold me and don’t wake me.

Then you’ll see. It possesses me.