To tell the truth,
I think about you
When I’m curled up in bed
And raindrops dance over my head
A vulnerable time to think about hopes and fears;
Playful rainfall can easily become tears.
I shouldn’t dream of you in this way
But I have a hunch our destinies are intertwined;
It’s the way you always find
A smile in your pocket to give me
On days I’m so turned around I can’t see
When I have massive mountains to ascend
You give me freedom to fly with the love you lend.
Lately I wonder about you all the time
To be honest, I think you have a hunch too
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