Light, little feather
In your wings...

You rarely ever see true beauty,
But a red rose is a sweet thing...

Sweeping across the sky,
High above...

Wanting one thing
so incredibly bad...

He wants us to push our self's.
To do are best till the end...

Through the drifting snow
I now tread lonely, cold...

Rain can come down hard
And the sun can be there...

As sweet as can be
no one would expect it...

Locked,
No one can get in...

They knock me down every day
knowing naught what they do to me...

When you say "I love you"
my heart seems to melt...

I don't say it often enough,
But I want you to know I do love you...