A plain white sheet of paper,
My mind asks where I begin...

If life was a fruit,
Which one would it be...

Being blind when you can see,
Being dead and still can blead...

I look into the mirror,
And dare what do I see...

You say you think I'm pretty
You say you think I'm sweet...

The fear he's encountered,
The hurt he's embraced...

Staring through a stain glass window,
Trying to see the light...

You are
the wind beneath my wing...

I love you
The words that are so hard to say...

You make me light up
When I feel like crying...

When I'm all alone,
And there's nothing to do...

I prayed every night for God to send,
The perfect man to be my friend...