The smell of the ocean rises,
up to the mountain tops where I lay.
I see puffy clouds in the bright blue sky.
God was right, it is a beautiful day.
I hear the laughter of young children nearby.
The sound of the sweet noise almost makes me weep.
Instead of tears, my imagination suddenly rises.
And now it seems I'm dreaming without sleep.
Finally, I'm away from the lies.
The chimes in my head dance around like soldiers.
Moving in unison, but their sound is gentle.
The guns not pointed, but swaying in their holsters.
When they are not shooting, they can be instrumental.