Richard Wright

(Wright, Moore)
You feel her warmth, feel it like a summer day
Shining from, the cloudless sky, it lights her way.
With darkness gone, like a distant road
We travelled all nigh until the morning rose.
Now we're turning, towards the sun, unfolding everyday
From out behind, the clouded mind,
With more than words to say.
We're half-naked souls and a harmony
Is a song of tears, all washed into the sea,
As we stand along the shoreline.