A tiny blue butterfly lands on his shoulder
A painted red cloud visits the sky
Three notes of silence, shadows are dancing
He runs out of hope but keeps faith and love
Bright yellow post-its mark poetry pages
A slow waving curtain, the morning is shy
When beauty calls, when beauty calls, when beauty calls
When beauty, when beauty calls
Nica still dreams of east Indian cherry
Welding sparks lights up the workers at night
When beauty visits, we're all be invited
The band sings us comfort, we shall be released
He found some sketches of favorite moments
The sun hits the waves when beauty walks by
When beauty calls, when beauty calls, when beauty calls
When beauty, when beauty calls