Your Heart Is A Place on Earth

And I saw the breath of her sigh,
she stands, awaiting her life's fate.
Her tongue, so soft, the wind it cools
in the sound of music
salvation she seeks.

And in that eye, a glimmer I saw
a glimmer that dazzles,
with hoofs,
still walks by
quintacord.

The beauty she gets
The beauty she gives
The eye that shines
and around she spreads
Beautiful Heaven it is.

Her _expression, sounds it made
-barre- was stronger
than pain.
Tunes, made by her pure soul.

Under the dome
now we all sit
as if no end to life, there is.