Sense

see, the beauty of colors in the world that is far above

like a dove that flies through heaven to bring the message of love

feel, the cold touch of the breeze in the night that stand tall

let the feeling in you be so strong that even the angels have to fall

listen, to the chirps of the birds singing above the snow

let yourself dance on the rhythm which your heart only know

touch, the flowers that blossomed in the lavish gardens

and feel the moist eyes and pain when your loved one pardons

pray, to the god whose there to hear your stream of words

be free to love as the sky which is repleted of free flying birds

love, the one so much he'd dared to die

before the thoughts of cheats and a lie

live, the life as a king would suffice the subjects of his land

when the time to whither just feel that you're holding HIS hand