As I lay in my bed full of colorful things,
tossing and turning trying to turn these thoughts...

Monday there was love, oh so pure and true.
Tuesday was even better; I can never rid myself of...

With a wonderful voice I’ll sing to thee
Hoping every word is heard...

You don’t ask me how I’m doing,
I guess that’s because you don’t...

After all that you know of my past,
After all of the hurt that I’ve been...