I Only Need A Soft Breeze To Lift Me Up Into the Skies

Softly I came down to rest,
lying still now for a while.
When the sun is turning West,
you can see me softly smile.

Morning sun will wake me up
with his tender loving kiss.
And a breeze will lift me up,
lets me fly again in bliss.

(Copyright Ines Langs, October 26, 2008)