Looking to the future,
Making life worth more...
I heard you've been swept into the crowd,
Hear they've taken away your pride...
We clicked from the start
it was the beginning of a great friendship...
A letter came to my hand by the wind,
With your handwriting and some words inside...
Things are changing,
And I hate the difference...
Dont cry little birdie;
young innocent one...
Those fun days
playing on the playground...
Take a look at your reflection
And tell me what you see...
I trusted you opened up and told you my past
we understood each other and got close so fast...
Remember...
those days we used to play...
Remembering the times of old
Don't go there again...
When I say my prayers at night
I send an Angel from my heart...