She'd be the girl
in the pretty dress
Swinging on her swings
He'd be the boy
bringing her flowers everyday
Their love would blossom
And never grow old
Their souls would be evergreen
He'd be the one to notice if she weren't happy
to rub her back or play with her hair
as she'd fall asleep at the end of the day
And she'd be the one to dry his tears
to chase away his fears
And they would be happy
If such a love existed
