Sparks

There's a girl somewhere under the moon

with her heart made of love

and soul made of truth

with a spark in her eyes

and spirit so bright

that I can't sleep at night.

She's the angel that makes flowers grow.

As she sings with her smile,

the whole Earth starts to glow

and there's something inside of my bones

when I'm with her, I know that I'm home.

Now I'm so proud to say that she's mine.

I wish I could take back the pain that I've caused

but I can't learn to walk if I don't trip and fall.

You're the only one who's ever held my hand for this long

and to you, I will always be long (and to you, I will always be long)