When God created you
He created a heart so pure
Its like your the medicine
And I need to the cure
Why do you hang your head low?
So low I can hardly see
Your face, which creates
These butterflies inside me
O why, just why
Must you not know
The beauty which defines you
A beauty which will never grow old
Can't you see I'm happy
Can't you see you where you belong
Right here my arms
Is that so wrong?
Why wont you let me love?
No, I mean love you for who you are
A special young lady
Yet your hurt runs far
Its ok I'm been hurt too
But that doesnt mean this love isnt true
Here just take my hand
And this will be easy to understand
I was made for you
And you was made for me
so lets allow our love to grow
For eternity
