Every morning when I look into the sky,
I see a sparkle from beatiful eyes.
It makes me wonder why I can't go to heaven,
Does the world not want me to go home or am I just forbidden.
But beauty doesn't matter at this point,
Because you've taken it and thrown it away.
Then I made sure you could stay,
Near my heart near my soul and just hope you can be with me one day.
But even if you can't or won't I'll know I tried my best,
And when you say "no" like everyone else does,
I'll still look up and see my Morning Star My Angel My Princess.
July 11,1999 |