As I wake up in the morning,
sip my first cup of coffee
Walk my first step out the door
And say my first hello
Till I lay myself down these empty sheets
with my last yawn in the evening,
only one name lingers my lips.
And it's funny
how I never stop uttering
such beautiful syllables
that makes up a song.
A drum in my chest
A hum to my soul
If only one name could make up a song
then let me write a thousand more
If only love can save the world
then let me write this love song
With only your name
on a sheet of paper.
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