Opal Tears
Blending into grey
Feeling quite astray
In this fair with its merry-go-round
An omnipresent cry
A luminescent why
In the instinct of a hurting soul
Some happy day
In the drift through this humdrum
We'll smell the flowers on the way
Child, don't cry
We are holding up the sky
Heart and mind for the happy few?
Effortlessly free
Happy just to be
In a moment of everlasting joy
What an awful shame
They're calling out your name
To be witness is tearing me apart
Child, don't cry
We are holding up the sky
Heart and mind for the happy few?
They're running through the years
Those quiet opal tears
With the kindlings of a broken truth
To light a plan for the merriment of man
Child, don't cry
We are holding up the sky
Heart and mind for the happy few?
It's running through the years
This opal trail of tears
Leaving embers of a golden dream
So, child, don't cry - you have everything
To light a plan for the merriment of man
Writer/s: Ann Westergaard Hansen, Ole Tin Westergaard Hansen
