Purple skies, hazel eyes Fireflies, new horizons In the spring, gray turns green Hope once dead is brought to life Shady trees, shoes in hand With my bare feet in the sand Spanish poems, skipping stones The dusty road that takes me home
People have told me how to be happy But I find their remedies empty These are my pearls God’s treasures unfurled Mean more to this girl More than the world, to me
Photographs from the past Summer nap time in the grass Constellations in the sky The northern lights will make you cry, and
People have told me how to be happy But I find their remedies empty These are my pearls God’s treasures unfurled Mean more to this girl More than the world, to me
Grant me twenty thousand wishes Cover me with lavish things But I believe in loaves in fishes Miracles, and mustard seeds
People have told me how to be happy But I find their remedies empty These are my pearls God’s treasures unfurled Mean more to this girl More than the world, to me