One day God looked down to ground,
and saw a lonely little boy, crying.
That boy was me.
He said, why is it that you cry my son?
I said, because I have no one,
but empty hand and heart.
So he found the hand made just for me,
that did fit so perfectly,
and placed it right in mine.
He found this hand from far away,
but he is God, he found a way,
for he knew just what I needed.
This hand belonged to a beautiful girl,
with hair of gold with pretty curl,
and she was born just for me,
though to find her took a while, you see.
That girl was you.
Don't you remember how from the start
there was something unmistakable in our hearts,
that showed us both the way.
Don't you remember,
please remember,
I remember do.
Come to me,
hold me,
let me breathe,
onto your neck,
the hot breath
to remind.
It's me,
your love,
my love,
standing here
knocking
at your door.
Won't you let me
back in?
