Why do some folks seem to have it all
while others are left to feel so small
why do some wounds never heal
making life seem unreal.
Who watches over the lonely hearts
or are their spirits ripped apart
Is this just the way things are
the most beautiful and fragile soul
are always wishing upon a star.
Today I make a Promise to you
I promise to always be there when
you need me.To never hurt you or
leave you asking why.I promise my
love for will be in my heart.