For all of heaven is watching from above,
While I search for my one true love,
Shall I be eager?,
Will I be ready?,
Or will she look upon me as a freaak with a machite.

I want to love but i'm scared,
Of this and that stuff that is still unaware,
Why do I wake up at night when I hear a crickle?,
Why will I be 22 with wrinkles?!.

To tell the truth I worry to much,
I just need something to give me a rush,
For I have been down so low,
Almost to the point of saying look out below,

A strong man has no worries,
Even so not even one quarry.

A rich man has money and power,
When he die the world stops for a hour.

Yet for us the little people who get stepped on,
I just get frustated and start calling people morons.

My love waviers from time to time,
Almost liek a prank valitne.

I am not worthy and I know it,
I just get nervous and blow it.

How can a man preach or love,
When all this time he was the shadow of the dove.
(some people didn't liek the baby so I won't use it any more thank you)