Beautiful day,
let me have a say.
Allow me to absorb you in a way
a newborn baby greets the day.

Allow me to see the nature
the way his eyes meet the sky,
let me sing out my song just like a newborn's cry
But, most I plead you,
Let me fly, let me spread my wings before I die.

And let me write,
and let me fall in love with making art,
because I want to leave something behind,
even if it's just the mere word art.
Let him teach me how to be together, even when we're apart,
just making art, just making Art.