Written by: Matt Daniels

Is it the way you speak,
That makes my heart slowly tweak?
Is it the way you laugh,
That causes my wall to crash?
I used to think the angels sent me this way,
For the crimes I should have payed.
But you make this easy,
You make my wisdom weazy.
I caress your thoughts,
Speak your words.
For you got me caught,
Like a captured heard.
But yet there lies peace,
I just don't want to release.
Close your eyes,
See my heart.
I'll give you the sky,
I'll give you lifes beautiful art.