Lying on my bed in the midday
I offer my prayers for the burden of those dear
Then came a light, warm yet cool
I see grass, and the smell of wind taking off the sent of spring
In it was more than splendor of angles, but the touch of a creator
The right ear hears a whisper with words of heaven
I see a party of angles dancing to the sands of freedom with beautiful lights flashing
Drink the spirit of joy and the sense of ecstasy can’t even be describe
Pause yourself and you hear the echoes of praise throughout the age
In this party, no one wishes to leave.
Well that’s how I party, how do you party?
