I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.

you are proving joyful, and a nice soul
have got your mind, to get your body, my goal
and know i do never play pranks on thee
my words are telling, can't you just see

i have a mind of a rainbow god chair
so there are only love spread in the air,
and you are the trophy i have won here
my search is endeed which was started last year.

and a cheerful  red cheeks rose are you
who knows the reason why sky is blue
and who has stick my heart with a glue
and the bond that is natural, the bond that is true,

please answer me before going out of sight,
are you the same angel I saw last night?

Cause darling you were born here
You were raised to grow like the wheat
Golden brown
The tips of your hair and teeth
Tell me if I over step my boundaries
I've been walking too far
Cause baby you were conceived here
Bred to be strong like the roots
Supporting the tree
The bending of your bones
Never weak
Tell me if I cross the line
They are painted red and white
Oh the stripes the stripes
Cause honey they tell you whom you are
Right below the blanket of Earth
Left are the stars
Background of blue
Cause darling you were born here
So America is you
Bred to be strong like the roots
Supporting the tree
Cause sweet pea you were forced here
Grabbed from the confines
Of mothers loving cave
Forgive me if I trip over my feet
I was pushed into being brave
Given a number
Lost my name
The bending of my bones
Never leak
Stitched are the wounds
Internal bleeding
Bled red white and blue
Cause darling we were born here
So America is we
We were launched in wars
With the purpose to maintain our free
So America is we
Yes you
Yes me
Tell me if I over step my boundaries
I've been walking to far
The ugliness of this world
Won't leave us scars
No our beauty shall never be marred

Some nights these thoughts
are all I have.
Some nights they are thoughts
I hope you have yourself.
Like early mornings with oversized sweaters
and coffee a bit too warm,
with a slight fog
and gentle rain outside.
Like mid evening spent on a soft grassy hill
with a calming breeze
and wispy clouds.
Like battling 4 am as it tries
to sink our drooping eyelids,
holding on only by
anchoring our eyes to one another.
Some nights they are words.
Some nights they are what keeps me company
when I drift into six hours
of softened slumber.
Some nights they are hopes.
Other nights they are needs.
Every night they are about you.