Standing there gazing in the midst of bewilderment.
Caged in the hustle and bustle of daily lifeThere she wondered what would it be like to have wings to fly?
You complete me-you make me whole.You’re the missing halfto my broken soul.
There’s a strange feeling deep inside,and when this happens, I know to hide. It all comes on so fast…
A picture is worth a thousand words they say,but day by day my memories begin…