I certainly recognize the beauty
I close my eyes as the breeze hits me in the face
The wind
Brings us the future
Blows away the past
Tomorrow
Will you recognize your face?
With history as my judge
The masses cannot be trusted
Ever
To do the right thing
Of this
I will not worry
Or fret
I love the imprint of the bare foot in sand
Slowly being washed away by the sea
So symbolic of time
Painting my love against the open sky
Free and clear of everything
Is the only place I am comfortable
In each and every given day
In each and every face
C'est vrai
I certainly recognize the beauty ~