It's funny really
To think of all the lonely people...

So
Here we go again...

We walk hand in hand
These old brick walls...

Here I am again
Thinking of you...

I immerse myself in you, in your word
As I delve deeper the more questions I have...

I come seeking you
You're never hard to find...

The tears run
The void grows...

I feel you all around me
Your Love so fierce and passionate...

The stream rolls
The frog croaks...

The days come
The nights turn...

From that beautiful short brown hair
To those green converses...

I'm dreaming
Of a white picket fence...