In her right hand she holds a rose,
In her left, a ball and chain...

I'm empty inside -
Will You come and be my Fill...

Why can't I figure this out?
It shouldn't be this difficult...

I'm sorry that I did some things
That might have displeased you...

A man's heart can devise his way,
He thinks he's in control...

I push and I pull and I try so hard,
But I don't want to push too far...

Lord, where is the one for me
The one, hand-picked, whose wife I'll be...

I find I'm always smiling
At the very thought of you...

What do I do, what do I say
Should I speak what I think or turn away...

There is a word - it rhymes with "dove,"
And from beneath will rise above...

I sit alone, secluded, by myself
Wishing for something tangible...

I know him.
All his strengths and all his flaws...