The sun was high when her eyes first met mineÂ
She was the light that washed away my mind
I was young, waving at the sight of her smile
Too young perhaps, too foolish to notice the sign
It was tingling,
Lord knows her presence is a blessing
After all, Her name means holy
She graces this earth when the lord reaches his glory
I knew I shouldn't, for the pain is all too familiar
I can't love her, for I'm not the Lord's favorite child
But how can a man understand fate,
When his faith teaches the opposite?
Oh well, maybe her light isn't mine to claim
Like the sunshine, she is too bright for my heart to contain
And yet, what if I'm wrong?
 What if hope isn't my sin?
Should I fly to reach her and burn my flesh and skin?
My sanctuary, would it be worth the suffering?
What am I thinking?
Love is but a language of the fortunate son,
The one who never lays ink on papers to prove that he is the one
Hey sunshine, how foolish I was to love you
Like a shadow, I will disappear,
and like the mist, you will burn me to nothingness
Curse you, Lord! For I was happy
That her memory remains a gift to me
