Treasure Island

Nolan Holland

(3-30-94 / houston, tx.)

Everything I Can Do


When I look at you
I stare into your eyes
and can't help but to think
About the bright blue skies
and the birds that soar
Oh so happy and free
Just the way I feel
When you are with me
When our lips touch
I can feel the love
the tingling sensation is so strong
I swear you are from above
I hold you in my heart
Until you can be by my side
and it gets harder and harder
Every night that passes by
I want to be laying close to you
So i can feel your body heat
and faintly hear the sound
of your beautiful heart beat
Your wondering why im singing this song
I'm singing because I Love you
I know im not your knight in shining armor
But Baby, I'm doing everything I can do.

Submitted: Thursday, September 10, 2009
Edited: Saturday, January 23, 2010

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