You and I, we floated upon clouds of cotton candy, felt the warmth of the butterscotch sun, and with eyes tightly closed, we kissed each other like wishful stars of sugar.
It's a crying shame our parachutes failed to open...
Through the pain Truth can be hard to see In the pain It can be hard to think clearly Because of the pain God is giving me The desire to love others For who they are Not as they ought to be