If there’s hope in the clouds,

And promises in rainbows.

If there are wishes upon stars,

and dances upon moonbeams.

If quiet follows noise,

and peace follows war.

If dreams are of the night,

And if there’s a new dawn,

Awakening.

I wonder what will it be like,

To finally hold her,

In my arms,

And taste her scent,

Upon my lips.

Feel my skin,

Slide deep within,

And hear the cry of Joy,

Upon her lips.