Carribean Morning

Delicate white petals gently sway moistened by the morning breeze
(And as if by magic)
Sailboats secretly steal out of the bay beckoned by the larger sea
(They all take flight)
As they slowly slide out they leave trails like scratches on glass (And
as if by magic)
The rooster's rough crow resounds across the island mind (They all take
flight)
Feel me breathe
I want to walk with you
See me lead
I want to walk with you
Take my hand
I want to walk with you
Lead me there
I want to walk with you