Paradise America

Paradise
Caught between the
Fire and the ice
No need to
Think twice
It's where I want
To be

Like a weather vane
Following the
Wind, the sun
And rain
The ecstasy
And pain
And all that
Comes between

Cause in the morning
Summer breezes
Will be coming
My way
Then in the evening
Unbelieving
I'll be ready to say

That I am living
Here in Paradise
Balancing the
Darkness with
The light
Silencing the fight
Ahead is
All I see