I can see it in your eyes that you are restless. The time has come for you to leave. It's so hard to let you go. But in this life I know you have to be who you were made to be.
Three in the morning,. And I'm still awake,. So I picked up a pen and a page,. And I started writing,. Just what I'd say,. If we were face to face,. I'd tell you just what you mean to me,.