Velvet petals in the majestic rain calling out to your senses
only ripples remain, The fear of illusion is just a game.
With ridden souls playing in the rain with a song in play, It's a
ray of hope coming our way, So there is no wrong rain.
Petals laying our path in the majestic rain, What else is there to remain, In the majestic rain
There will be a day when all there is magic in the air and sweet senses every where, All souls will wake with a song in there heart always.