Sight of Beauty

If I was denied denied access to you is it a song without a diary or a hand shack to a new beginning If words form out thin air would be a recital or would be a sea of efficient possibility a throne to a strawberry well just know I pick you first If freedom lost it’s carrier for a mail I like to be the stamp because I know You kiss me back If landing was to much to take from the break among the star I lay wake pillow and bed made for your wake If earth only turn once on it axis I like to say I witness heaven because you are truly sight of beauty.