From Pre-school
To the end of Primary School...

You took hold of my hand
You took hold of my heart...

We promised ourselves we wouldn't do this
Fight when I'm away...

Death must be paradise
not being able to feel a thing...

I love the way your hair, runs so easily through...
I love the way your lips feel so soft against mine...

Like coming out of the darkness
you showed me a new aspect of life...