The melody is the one that comes
From the church organ
Deep from the heart of the bride
Taking graceful steps
In the arms of a proud father
Down the flowered aisle
Towards the waiting, nervous
Happy groom
It is the lively beat
That commands and rises
In all the glory and pride of marching battalions
Coupled with cheers along the streets
Of convicted hope...
It is the one...
That dawns gaily on you
Like the glow of happiness on the face of a child
Tugging a first candy
Like a baby at a mother's bosom...
Asleep...his face, a serenity
Not of a mask
But of one that's felt truly
Envied by grown-ups
Too ignorant
To stop and listen..
Like a water spider tapping, gliding on a lake
Alighting so very softly
Along with that unheard rhythm
Blanketing awe, peace
Upon its revellers
Stirring emotions deep within
In places thought devoid of
On a ferris wheel ride of joy, sorrow
And amazement
Drawing a smile
Like tomorrow was never there
And you think
What better can any day be...
