Why...
When the light rises and I claim consciousness mine
My thoughts do not race to this here and now time
They follow your hair as you flow around the corners of my mind
Why?
If either bones should break, or teeth be gnashed
If joy should flee or worry flows unabashed
If any knee should bend or back be lashed
may it be mine...Why?
But when the fear is pierced and joy abounds
When all is rest and peace resounds
May my voice in your ear be the only sounds
Why?
Now before the time comes to leave this moor
One thing must become real inside time
My voice will proclaim I am yours
Why?
Because simply, I Love You