never never
never fear,
don't you worry
for I am here.

For you
and you,
and you alone,
I'm here for you,
so you'll never be alone.

Never ever,
ever fear,
for only for you,
I'll call you,
you,
my dear.

The ones they give,
to each other,
the ones they have,
to say, they love one another.

The ones with passing, with such a playful spirit,
it's the one with stars in their eyes,
and the heart on their sleeves, they proudly wear it.

Ah how they ask for kisses,
with nary a word,
how the song of love whistles,
much sweeter than any bird.

Be in sunshine, or rain,
in whispers or...rather profane.
They come on back to give each other,
a look.

That look of endearment,
ah such joy have they together,
how they know and believe,
that they'll survive no matter the weather.

How I long for a partner,
to give such a look,
however I find,
find them in only story books.

So lovers will be,
star crossed by the sea,
enkindled and intertwined,
when they look at each other,
they look to rewind.

For one more day, to stare at each other,
to have one more day, with their one,
their lover.

All from looks.

A picture's worth a thousand words,
a picture that hangs up on a wall so bold,
is worth the fond memories, than the price of the frame, so I'm told.

At prom, no, even before that,
everyone was rushing this way, that way...
here...and there.
The dresses must be perfect, the suits all hemmed, work must be done,
even to the hair.

Silly people.

They were all getting ready, for the up and coming prom,
it seemed so dull,
but it came only once, to dress up was...wonderful.

So the day came, bells did toll,
hip hip hooray, we've made it to the goal.
The day was pleasant, at least enough to see,
the joys and smiles on the faces, of every-body.

The class of the year, has now gone their separate ways,
to take the pictures they needed to,
with out any further delays.

Ah the exuberance of youth,
the wiles and wonder of the able young bodies and spirits,
how I long for another day to be such again,
(ha old man, you're only yet so young my good man).

As I stood by the piers, the docks, the hills, the creeks and bends,
all I heard was laughter all around, and happy tears,
on one another's shoulders, the couples' heads depends.
Ah yes, I was happy for them.
Still am.

Ah their smiles,
I"ll never forget them now,
how they stood there watching each other,
like everything else, but, they didn't know how.
They lost their breath, they stood silent and trying to make a moment last forever,
Each of them just wanting,
a few more moments like this,
together.

Child, that we still are,
we run and hide,
so near
but far.
We run and hide,
away from the hurt and the pain,
and what give us few.

We run and hide,
some reasons that are unclear.

Child, child, child.
You weep and I cry,
you lash out, toss and fit,
but so scared of the dark,
and the light.
And all you know is to either
run.
Or Fight.

Hide no more,
weep no longer,
fear nothing,
for when you go to God,
he will make you stronger.
The giants you fear
shall not bother you no more,
for the day shall break,
in His Glorious grace you'll hide no more.

Child.