From way up there.

If I loved you more
than every note, my heart
and hand did write

Would the moon lend me time, and bring me it's sweet light

Would the sunrise early
Just to see him open
his eyes

Like a million miracle's
sweet heaven in the skies

Would my heart contend
To love, and bare upon its knees

To reach and touch his soul , bringing forth
Much ease 

​​​​​​For such a love may strengthen and cast away despair

Like watching pretty
little stars,  that shine
From way up there.