there s a song in my soul for the sun going down when it dies at the end of the day with the sadness descending as soft as the sound of the life that was slipping away the heavens above me seem empty and gray as dreams that won t ever come true then the star spangled glory of love fill the skies and my heart with the wonder of you pretty berries i carry to you pretty flowers still hold in your hand pretty reasons for dreams coming true and for doing the best that you can i swear to be thankful the rest of my days and worthy whatever i do for the chance i was given to live and believe in the love and the wonder of you