Feeling my heart in my throat, I
Approach center stage,
And I raise my flute to my lips.
The piano strikes a chord.
How will I know how to comfort her when she comes to me with her tears?
How can I teach her right and wrong from everything she hears?
How will I encourage her on her first day of school?
How will I teach her to use a bad experience as a tool?
I didn't want to let myself fall for you too hard.
I wanted to protect myself and not let down my guard.
But your golden eyes and gentle smile became too much for me.
And I found myself dreaming about how things could be.