The soft gentle touch
Of her cool summer breath...
I woke up this morning with your soft lips still...
I lay in my bed staring up at my ceiling...
1) I like your hair, soft and nice to play with
2) I like your ears, adorable as those of elves...
The way she puts me down
You would think me clown...
Apple Jack is orange
Rainbow Dash is blue...
I stand in front of the mirror
And wipe the fog away...
I can't seem to find the words
to say just how I feel...
I heard the beat of angels' wings,
as if hurrying in their flight...
Our castle stands atop the hills
And offers strength of spirit...
It's time to go, to leave this place
A shadowy voice does cry...
I've tried to find the words today
to tell what's in my heart...
Mom sits thinking about her girls and her boys,
reminiscing days the floor was covered with toys...