I love cities with rivers

morning sun is so warm here.
we climbed the hill,
up to a park.

a guitar, beautiful trees,
and under them we sang.
how he loves us.

tomas stopped,
the music drew him in,
a blind boy with a worried mum.

our prayers got tears in her eyes,
and clapping with the music smile on her lips.
and tomas,
he sang.
he played the guitar,
and he sang.

we prayed, open the eyes of his heart,
and open his eyes to see.