I know you aren't here,
but that's not going to stop me from looking for you.

I'm still going to sit here glancing at the door,
hoping you will walk in.

And now i'm realizing the fact that it all comes down
to the person you look for in a crowded room.

Yeah, that's who you love.

B.K.

You where my ray of light
in a world of black and white.

B.K.

She needed a hero,
so that's what she became.

B.K.

You love the smell of fresh apple pie.
You love the sound of the high tide shore break.
You love the way the guitar feels on your fingertips.
You love the feeling you get when your around him.
You love the way the sun sets at home.
Darling, you love so much.
But if I asked you to name all the things you love,
How long would it take you to name yourself?

B.K.

I deal with sad times
by listening to sad music.
It helps burn the fire.
It lets it rage and gently
lowers it back to normal.

B.K.

I promise, my love,
that when I go home,
I will tell the stars about you.
They will tremble
when they hear
of how bright you shine.
They will quake
when they are told
of how beautiful you are.
They will be terrified
when they hear
of how your love
heats my heart on cold nights.
And most of all,
they will be jealous
when they hear
that I love you
more than the
whole galaxy.

B.K.