Open the sash on the window, brother
-Let in the first moments of dawn
Open the sash on the window, brother
-We shall return where we are strong

Listen, to the ghost’s story
Whistling the waltz of our past
The flame within his lantern
Reflects the truth, behind our mask

Can the sun create colors thro’ the mist
When our heart is left unkept?
How can our hand- held flowers bloom
When in the rain, is where we are left?

Meet me where the willows touch
In the land of butterflies
This is the road lit for the lost
For children with unheard cries

When we close our eyes
We can open our sights-

Join me brother, in our field
Where the strawberries run wild, and free
The birds laugh our name in yellow
Where we drift on a blanket breeze

Can you still see me, my dear-
Dressed up in lilacs of velvet?
Will you still remember me when-
The snow blows over the sunset?

‘If I should lay me down to sleep’
Ever- so gently, sing me our song
Of two babes, that went lost in the woods
; and learn that peace, is where they belong

When we close our eyes-
We can open our sights