with just a little brush of my hand.
Where my love flows like a fountain,
And your spirit is high as a mountain,
And dreams are always coming true...
This is what I want for you,
I knew from the start,
you'd hold the key to my heart.
If I let you inside
It will be a wonderful ride.
But in order for this to come true,
I must be inside you
Inside where I want to be
In your heart
please open it to me.
copyright c. 2004
ginger sharpe
written in 2003
