I was a little girl who used to run
In the forest, far away, I hide, I cry
I will look up and ask God why
Then I'll fall asleep and dream as I cry
I dream of a man who will someday come
Who will wipe my tears and hold my hands
Who will kneel to God and pray for me
Who will kiss me and make me feel he needed me
He will say funny stuff to make me smile
Make goofy faces that makes me cry
He will listen to me and look in my eyes
He will take care of me, sing me a lullaby
He will look intently when I fall asleep
Make sure I am safe, far from grief
He will wrap his arms around my waist
Makes me feel were alone, together in this earth
He'll be very serious when he talks about life
Even more serious when he is really mad
He will amazed me for being smart
Kind, loving and sometimes naughty bad
He will be my Prince, my Knight, my Lover
And I promise to love him until forever
That man is my fiance Robert Allan S. Bolista
Because of him....
That little girl, she's no longer crying.
