...waking up, with....
...you...
As we sing
In the light...
I ride upon a shooting star
and wonder where...
It doesn't matter how great she says you are,
nor how beautiful...
Your fount fragility stemmed from roots ruined
from a fractured faith...
When troubled, I visit a sacred place.
Where an affable welcome, graces the air...
My eyes crystalize like the morning sun,
when you enter our castle's edge...
I've had money, possessions and expensive things,
Cars and jewelry, bracelets, and rings...
The stars could never shine more bright than you,
For you my love, are brighter than the skies...
If love upon a ball of twine flew high,
A big balloon of red for all to see...
If I were
to die...
He was a forever kind of love
Etched into and under her skin...