I saw a smile upon a child,
So innocent and so pure...

You hear a whisper,
Upon the breeze...

I'd waged a war from tales of old,
Where heart and mind contend...

Had I the wordsmith of a thousand great poets,
Or the skill of a hundred swordsmen...

8 months and still so much more to say,
A love that grows with each passing day...

Being with you,
Raises all my hopes...

If it's true that I'm an angel,
Then you are one too...

A kind, loving smile,
Warm and gentle eyes...

The sky is falling, cried chicken licken,
When one day she was out corn picking...

There are so many things I never had the chance to...
So many times I've gone over that day...

I Want to break away,
from everything that's right...

Your love is a slumber,
from which I never wish to wake...