Remembering Sunday.

when i am far from home, and you standing there
there was somting thre, somting qite and somting screem

somting sweet, but somting bitter

ho sweet bilongin

she thak me to here side

im grateful for your smail,

and patient for your love,

im wighting for a mirical
or mybe just a majic 

..or mybe a spell

i see the sae, in your eyes

whit a spell, theres no lies

i see afire in your eyes

that no one can turn off

i see the sky, in your eyes

with a spell you can tell

theres a shyning stars in your eyes 

in when i see a shoting star i just wish, to be whit you

i see the moon, in your smail

when you shinn and you glad

but when you cray i dont know why

oh hany why you cry?
when you such so majicl and bright?

can i hug? can i collm? can i just kiss you slow?