
With no noise to compete all the birds are distinct and loud
And the light very bright, and the air pristine and cold.
Every breath resurrects what was lost and is now found
As I walk through the park, through the morning and through the world.

With no noise to compete all the birds are distinct and loud
And the light very bright, and the air pristine and cold.
Every breath resurrects what was lost and is now found
As I walk through the park, through the morning and through the world.