Analysis of my last song

I sing... I sing for sunrays through colorful cloudy sky Dispels the cruelty of winter cold I sing for morning dew moisturize the green leaves Giving them luster and glaze I sing for a painter in the streets in downtown To add a smile to the desperate model on his canvas I sing for the cold of departure I sing for the yearning lovers I sing for a new born 1st cry I sing the misery of chronic weeping eyes went dry I sing for a late tryst lover's sigh I sing for my first love I sing for my many loves I sing for my home I've never seen I sing for refugees I sing for rejoice I sing for torments I think for hope and I sing for tomorrow I sing making them cheer And I can sing to make them weep And now I sing for you You came to my life and now I sing from the heart Hoping you be my sacred song Written with tears and blood Written on stone to ever last Written on my heart Written to embrace and to chant You're my song And I sing it from my heart that you fill with one truth One love made you my home and my destination And I sing it with ecstasy Hoping you be my last song Where to run for And where I belong