In the whole wide World
She ranks number one...

Bring back those flowering blossoms
That always make me scratch and itch...

Oh my blue eyes are wet and weary
And red from all the tears I've cried...

Oh Summer drips with flowing honey
Those yellow drops that we all crave...

I wanna write the deepest poem
One that really makes you think...

It's not her happy tears that fall
Or even those excited ones at all...

I sit staring at those dreary skies
It's such a tender shade of grey...

My mind wonders my heart must know
This burning question within my soul...

My poor old shattered heart
It has weathered much abuse...

Slowly she opens up her eyes
After months of hibernation...

Another soilder is in Heaven
Proudly wearing his uniform...

My wick's on fire
It burns for you...