The good things in life

I hear theres a place that people go to laugh.

isn't is funny that i'd know of a place like that?

apparently, there's lights and glistening streets.

the rain falls lightly and the air's so sweet.

the music flows with incredible precision

and everyone can't help but to stop, listen.

ancient bricks are laid with modern touch.

seamless perfection and unstoppable luck.

in the background is whispers of butterfly wings

and the melody of hummingbirds beginning to sing.

this place is of understanding, joy, and love.

a wondrous place to be in certain awe of.

how, i'd stop my demeaning ways and my sin.

if for only one sweet minute they'd let me in.