I can’t stop worrying- can’t stop wondering
Where can I go without stumbling?
Why has my breath so tightly cemented my chest?
Where is the being, passionate and free?
When did this worrier- wake up and become me?
I can only take life one day at a time
I can only hope to soon make her mine
No longer do I wish to walk these streets alone
I want the one that makes me always at home
In her arms and in her life
There for her every laugh and every tear
My words near her heart
Touching a place that often goes unnoticed
She is beautiful
It would take a fool not to know this
I speak her name in a crowded room
Under my breath- yet she turns so soon
I look her in the eyes and cannot help but to laugh
Once down this smiling road, there is no looking back
Too often I dwell over the days passed
Afraid of everything- I never ask
What can I do to make you smile?
Where can we get away and dance for just a little while?
Slow motion with you in my arms
The world may be sinking
But together we’re safe from its harm