16 stycznia 2012
You
You,
You make me feel,
Like i'm on top of the world,
Up here.
You,
You make me dream,
About the best things,
That could happen to me.
You,
Come running through,
Take all the pain away,
Like you always do.
You,
Shine so far,
When you smile,
I can't see the stars.
You,
Wear red-gold crowns,
Upon your head,
And they flow down.
You,
With eyes green-blue,
Gaze into me,
What do you see?????
You,
Heart made of gold,
In what you do,
Pure joy unfolds.
You,
I see your face,
And can't hold back,
From your grace.
You,
When you walk by,
I turn from you,
So you don't see me cry.
I,
Come stumbling in,
I almost die,
When i look at you again.