Turn up the volume of favor for your all,
Let its music sip the compassion in,
To save the day from its downfall,
And awaken the feeble spirit within.
Saturday morning sunshine peeps through the rows of guardian trees,
Smiling gently at you,
And assures you about great things that are coming to pass.
You ask yourself about the path you’re walking through;
Why is it hidden among the guardian trees?
How would anyone see the path?
Who would walk the path?
The sun replies quietly, “It’s not your call to think about it”
Yes, listen to the sun.