She took me to the mountain,
and showed me to the sky.
Then she turned and looked at me,
and said, "Boy, can you fly?
I've waited such a long time,
but have still not found a faith.
I've lived a life of many years,
and most of it's been a waste.
Most of my life's been lonely,
because I've had no one.
I fear that I'll have nothing,
when all is said and done.
I ask please that you help me,
I'm tired of being sad.
I'm asking that you give me more,
than the little love I've had.
I want you to stay with me,
to make my life worthwhile.
I know you've been looking too,
don't stand there in denial.
You can turn my spirit clear,
put the smile back on my face.
As fresh as this crisp mountain air,
as wonderful as this place.
I know that it's a lot to ask,
but it seems meant to be.
The things you do and make me feel,
the better things I see.
It's what I felt from the first,
small then slowly grew.
When I finally found a life I wanted,
it had to be with you."
We gazed across the hanging clouds,
with nothing more to say.
I thought of what I missed at home,
the waves and the seaspray.
I longed to walk the sand again,
but next time not alone.
Maybe someone to accompany me,
while sitting on the stone.
I looked into her eyes again,
the color of seafoam.
I put my arms around her tight,
and whispered, "Let's go home."
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