I know no more...

What it is to sleep like a child,
To dream a dream so beautiful,
And to wake up basking in the  glory of each new day,
I know no more.

What it is to love and be loved,
To feel the tenderness of ones touch,
And to feel every fiber of my being willing to reciprocate,
I know no more.

What it is to smile,
To feel happiness at the sight of another,
And the warmth of the company of close ones
I know no more.

What it is to live,
To breathe deep the fresh air of freedom,
And to feel the first rains of the summer drum on the parched earth,
I know no more.