I thought I was the girl with everything If only you could stay Thought I had it all and anything* But those were lies I've been forced to say And find myself searching; Looking at all the things you've been saying to me: No reasons. No answers. Why couldn't I see? Do I deceive myself? Make of things what I want them to be all through those days when you were all that meant to me?
I'll be the spark To light your fire I'll be the water To quench your thirst I'll be the blanket To warm you up I'll be the breeze To cool you off I'll be the light To guide your path I'll be the hand to hold In this journey Young to old.