“Heavenly stars play before my eyes,
Holding hands along the lovely path.
I see it, I feel it,
The joy that no one else ever brings,
The joy that a lonely heart is seeking.
The sun and the moon rise to see their face,
A breeze in the dawn tickles, to wake them up.
Monsoon springs showers to embrace them,
Clouds in the sky rush to watch them play.
Though the oceans are vast to sail,
Currents are high, pulling back.
They do fight to keep up their breath,
Up and down in our busy, nasty life.
With no doubts of the future,
Nor of the past, they live in their present.
Each and every moment tucked away from the crowd,
The fallen angels from heaven.”