He's there,
waving and saying 'Hi'
with his radiant smile.
He is ready to walk with me
talk 'bout how I do
He even stare at me until
I notice him
and it makes my cheeks red.
He's there to observe,
protect and give
what I don't even know if I deserve
He's in rage if I don't
take care of myself.
So all the time I've been a good boy since then.
He changed me.
He made me feel better.
He is one of my love.
He is my best man.
