Will I be a note in your song?
The shivers.
The cold.
The sadness and love
I swear I will protect you
I look up to the sky and findThe sun glaring down at usAnd I swear what comes to mind…
Imagine a typical Saturday morning.
You wake up.
you know that feeling
of when you are tired of
getting your hopes up
for things you know will
never happen?
Oh, how you love
The way
The horn on the bus
Goes beep beep beep
And the way
Mary brings her little lamb