The happiness is as a possibility

Living as when times were right

Right there in the light

Homing with sir pigions

There in a form of forming

A sound of death and life

Feelings rush as if alive

Your honey punch got wise

Laughter by the holy fire

It mistakes the face

And contorted the whole

From all it's parts

Come together my friends

That is the of peace

And the door to dream

We paint my friend.