Every day, I imagine a future where I can be with you.. In my hand, is a pen that will write a poem.. of me and you.. The ink flows down into a dark puddle.. Just move your hand.. write the way into his heart.. But in this world of infinite choices.. What will it take just to find that special day? What will it take just to find.. That special day? Have I found everybody a fun assignment to do today? When you're here, everything that we do is fun for them anyway.. I will work on these lyrics later..
