And They Thought They Were Angels

the light streams down from the sun on the cherubic faces Let there be no doubt that these beings bring brightness into the world sparkling eyes dart at the sound of music laughter, joyous laughter reverberates throughout the valley the endless sky overhead trees rise high above the fields we'll walk with the chosen ones dance a quick dance under the pines let the day flow like wine from a gorgeous decanter into amber glasses lined up one by one on an oaken table somewhere near fantasyland