when i walk
walk underneath the sky
the sky laughs at me
at my embrace
at my silence

on this race
the world thinks its running
all this grace
that seems to be flowing

i wish i could feel
the waters that surround me
i wish i could feel
myself a part of it

of this grace, of this race
and that seems to be
at this moment
there is just me
where is the beauty?
where is love?
seems as though it has flown away
the pure, white dove

i look for it in me
in you, in the sky above, in the earth
but the sky just seems to laugh
laugh at my puny worth
i wish i could laugh along with the god's mirth