I stood behind you with my head held high
You were wondering whose this guy?
Remember our hands clasped on our first date
We were drawn together by the red string of fate
Your soul shackled and bound
Now your set free amongst the lost and found
A beauty that lies within you
Still held against the few...
Now your all grown in a big city
Just creativity...i think it's fitting
Get over your hill
With grace and flowers in your hair