She paints the colors of my heart,
And we will never be apart.
What makes her beautiful?
What makes her shine so bright?
Its the sound she makes,
Its the way she plays
It's the sound she makes, it's the way she plays.
You're beautiful in all your ways but, I still see the people dying,
I still hear the children crying.
Sound oh sound the alarm.
We need you to prevail.