Little boy
Little boy
Come let me be your friend

Little girl
Little girl
I do not play pretend

Little boy
Bathed in light
It is not a game to me

Little girl
In the shadows
I am not what you think you see

Little boy
I see* You
Not what you show the world

But I know you
From eons past
You are not a little girl

I am
What you make of me
Sweet angel in the sun

You will
Be the death of me
As it has since begun

Your smile
Is my very breath
Sweet gray-eyed boy of mine

And your love
Is worthy of my soul
I'm yours through all of time

Then how, pray tell,
Could I lay to rest
The purest form of light

By holding you
Sweet love of mine
You blacken all that's bright

Brighten my shadows
With your love
I promise I will learn

I will not change
The you I love
I'd rather lose a turn

A turn at what
I cannot see
I do not play this game

I'll find you
In the next life of ours
As it is all the same