Oh, how I wish my dreams
would come on a gentle breeze
I lay in bed and want to scream
Sometimes I think the angels of fate teases
Or maybe it's the muses that teases
Please be gentle to me for I'm a writer
I need to write the visions I see
fingers on keyboard I pull an all nighter.
Oh, True Love, be gentle to my heart
where are you? Where's Cupid's arrow?
When will love journey long start?
I guess I'll meet him some tomorrow.
Go told me to go straight and my path is narrow.