A thousand men dead,
Lying on the cold, hard ground...

As I walk through the forest
With the moonlight coming in through the trees...

As I walk through the green meadow
And watch the setting sun against a blue sky...

Since you been gone
I can’t think about anyone except you...

What is love?
Is love the way you look at me...

The first time we talked I was afraid.
I didn’t know what to expect...

Love is an emotion
that is caused by devotion...