The unwanted tears
just keep coming and coming...

The night black hair
The colorless skin...

Flaming torches
Burning souls...

It happened when I was little
just barely even two...

A broken heart is more to know,
To help and see you reach your goal...

Dear Love,
You make me feel tingly when you come around...

I look to my faith
and know as I try...

Heres a note,
just for you...