The way she lives...

What is breath, without us living
What are dreams, without us believing
What is touch, without us feeling
What is love, without us accepting

I see an angel without wings
She doesn't realize what she gives
Her words is like a bird that sings
She's all about treasuring the little things

Her eyes still stimulate my heart
She is my light when I'm in the dark
She's Cinderella when we talk
She's always there when I fall

She is the sky when I choose to fly
She is the stone when I want to hide
The world has so many unforgiven lies
How I would love life, if she were mine

What is breath, without us living
What are dreams, without us believing
What is touch, without us feeling
What is love, without us accepting
I will accept
I will accept...