You and me, that's all I can see

        and some how that's what I want it to be.

When you're not around, I want you here,

        but I don't want to tie you down.

There is so much that I feel

        that I can not write, but I do know

        that you're right (for me).

My ambition is to be free.

        Not to have anyone directing me.

        And maybe that's bad for you and me.

We are lovers, and I know what my vows are,

but I need more. I know there is more for me.

More than just security. I don't know maybe I'm wrong.

Why do my goals take so long to reach. And yet I have you to teach me about life, as your wife.

Sometimes I feel like I have so much to give, until my dreams collapse and I burn out, and

disgusted, refuse to live.

And even though we have nothing but troubles, it's you and me.

You are there for me to lean on. You help me pick up the pieces of my shattered dreams,

as I shed many a tear I can't replace.

The emptiness and loneliness that torments my soul and the faces of the people I love vanish

But yet there is still you and me.