A kiss, so soft
a touch, what joy...

Sitting in class
wanting to leave...

I'm on my knees
tears on the ground...

Sometimes i get caught
in the present or the past...

I would love to have
so much more...

You were my first love
from that day Ive moved on...

I don't know if i can love you now
i like you but Ive been hurt...

The wind through my hair
makes me realize its spring...

She takes the knife
and hides it behind...

This little gift
of gold and jewels...

Tonight I
dream...

You look at me
what do you see...