| Does she exist, a girl so pure? Whether in rags or whether in fur. A spirit to match that godly face, How she can put everyone in their proper place. Does she exist, a girl for me? One I can love, let everyone see? Will she be smart, will she be nice? Or will she warm only me, at all other times be ice? Does she have a voice loud and clear as a bell? Or will she be a Succubus from Hell? I do not know, for I am searching still. Through every valley, over every hill. Where is this girl who will share my soul? Where is this girl who will make me whole? Make me real, make me complete, From the tops of my head to the soles of my feet. She may be young(er) or she may be old(er). At times she can be shy, at others quite bold. Someone with which I can spend eternity. Someone who will take my caged spirit and set it free. Who is she? Where might she be found? Will I ever be free from these chains to which I�m bound? Where is she, my Empress, my Queen? Is she invisible, or someone who can be seen? Will I ever find her? Will I ever experience joy? Probably not, for I am just a boy. But still I will search, all day and all night. Whether in darkness or in the light. I will search forever, until I find a sign Of this girl who I can make forever mine. |