There's a girl somewhere under the moon with her heart made of love and soul made of truth with a spark in her eyes and spirit so bright that I can't sleep at night.
She's the angel that makes flowers grow. As she sings with her smile, the whole Earth starts to glow and there's something inside of my bones when I'm with her, I know that I'm home. Now I'm so proud to say that she's mine.
I wish I could take back the pain that I've caused but I can't learn to walk if I don't trip and fall. You're the only one who's ever held my hand for this long and to you, I will always be long (and to you, I will always be long)