You see him on the streets alone
No home, no money, no telephone...

To the person I love
To my dearest friend...

Rain rain, go away
Come again another day...

Listen to the quiet voices of the wind
The lost sounds of hope and young love...

My secret helps me sleep at night
And gives the darkness a bright light...

Suppose you know what I'm going through
I guess you know without a hint or clue...

When the sun was going down
All I wanted was you're hand...

A series of questions shall be revealed
Ones whose answers are not fulfilled...

If it was yours, would you take my hand
And guide me as my audacious savior...

Bianca:
Please me with your notes...

To have the world or love everyone around
Spread your wings and fly or stay on solid ground...

To never see your face
And never feel presents...