The thunder comes,
And I'm all alone.
The lighting flashes,
Everything is shown.
If I ever become blind,
You're the one thing my eyes would miss.
And if I had to choose one person,
You'd be the last I kiss.
I always count my prayers,
I always thank God above.
You're the best wish he's granted,
And graced me with your love.
You're kind of, basically, pretty much,
Sort of, always on my mind.
And when your fingers fit perfectly with mine,
I realize we're two people of the same kind.
So I lie awake at night missing you,
Wondering if you ever think of me.
And when the stars fall down,
We'll know this is meant to be.
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