As I stand and wonder why,
I break down and almost cry,
How could love hurt this much,
It should be like a gentle touch,
As I sit and think of you,
You don't have the slightest clue,
I love you more than anything,
It always makes me want to sing,
As I lie and dream sweet dreams,
Oh how sweet it always seems,
In my dreams I dream of you,
Oh how I wish you only knew.
As I wake and start to pray,
I realize that today is another day. |