And as the day grows old
so does the laughter
laughter that\'s fading
into the pink dusky sky
making its journey home
echoing through the clouds
sneaking over the dozing rainbows
until at last the great moon arrives
and the final theatre of the day
takes to the great stage bright
another day has come and gone
and as I lay my head to rest
on my soft pillow
I\'m forever grateful
of awakening into another new dawn
lost in a moment, time stands still
a gracious silence
before the great encore
of sunrise
just to hear your laughter.