You've been hurt, lied too and kicked in the dirt.
You're tired of trying and tired of crying, not sure
if you can love again, so my words are just words in the wind. I think you think of me often, I know you know I think of you often. How can two become just one. That's what I'll find out before my life's purpose is done. O how I sit and wonder of what you are wondering, O how I sleep dreaming of us becoming. Such a perfect pair, I'm so close yet life isn't fair. Your family I'm learning, your trust I'm earning, my heart is burning from worring. Tell me it's true what I feel is the same from me to you, Tell me it's true that this isn't a fling thats going to end next time I see you. - Joshua Eubene Baldwin