It seems my life is mostly spent
Thinking of how the times have went
Of things gone by, and things to be
And how my soul is never free
Somehow bound by self-restraint
To a cold little place in my heart...

And as I've watched the time go on
I've always dreamt of a "Once upon"
When that piece of me would go
That I, myself, might somehow know
Who exactly I am...

But there's never been that time or place
Friend or foe or pretty face
That's ever loosed the bonds I keep...

But sometimes there's this certain one
Who makes me laugh and have some fun
Who'd walk a mile to see me smile
And who reminds me...

Somewhere deep inside
In that little place I hide
A flame still brightly burns...

And oft I lack the words or mood
To say the many thanks I should
And I can only hope the glow
That twinkle in my eye might show
The love that I have for that one
Who has helped that part of me undone.