Into my dream you came,
And through the soft carpet of my Riviera,
I sense the power in you,
I admire your freedom,
And most of all,
Your happiness persue.
You carry no fears or shields,
Broken dreams or suspicions of defeat.
Your melody envelops this place,
Caressing the tender leaves that abound here,
Oh! Dearest and divine land…I see only your face, Your beauty, your magic…your strength… I pray to my Maker for guidance, In these dire and difficult times. I pray for vision to bring us life, That perfectly and harmoniously rhymes. I pray to stand up, For things that are not true, I pray and pray….glorious Maker, To be worthy of you.