He will paint the light and shade

The colors of the trees

He will climb the steepest hill

Believing what he sees



He will lay down on the ground 

Beneath the old oak tree

He will sleep forever

If you try to set him free



Sail on the wings of the clouds

Where to well nobody knows

And cry, cry if you want them to see

Die, everyday to be free



Be proud, to wear the colors that you call your own

Be loud, speak out when you want the world to know

Be strong, hold the flame for everyone to see

Be weak, if you want to love.



He will paint the end as sea

A mystery to me

He will reach out for the sun

Not dreaming what he sees

He will fall down on his knees

Angel touching ground

Takes him to the other side

Sweet love is coming down