Sculptress

Sunrise on the bay
Sculptress of the island
Shapes faces from the clay
Sunrise sees her smiling
Or is she smiling?
She paints the endless wave
Paints the endless wave
No pain, no suffering
Her picture draws us in
Brush strokes upon her skin
Perfect skin
Don’t be sad, don’t be sad
Don’t be sad, don’t be sad
Don’t be sad, don’t be sad
Don’t be sad, don’t be sad
Feel the warming sand
Salt dry sculpted hands
Caressing sighs
Madness with shinin' eyes
Remembers words I said
She’d be here this day
Remembering that smile
Once she disbelieved me
Some prediction made
She makes faces that dance in her dreams
Her breathless dreams
Don’t be sad, don’t be sad
Don’t be sad, don’t be sad
Don’t be sad, don’t be sad
Don’t be sad, don’t be sad