The Minister's Son

Once in a place on a top of a hill Lies an oak tree the stood there still Under that is a boy I know in pain All wet because of his tears and the rain. He swears he’ll never fall in love again No more heartache that happened back then But I do hope that he is wrong Cause my heart screams we both belong. He does not know I know the things he loves From what he hates and what he wants to have I know his favorite food, number, and song He does not know I had him memorized for so long. He loves things that the color is blue He loves to tease me but never will argue He loves to play basketball once a week or twice He loves to eat ham soaked in vinegar and rice. He loves places that are peaceful and quiet He wants things to work out like what he had set He is quiet and does not talk a lot He wears v-neckline shirts that make him look so hot. Nobody else knows what he does best Playing guitar is his greatest asset I know his hometown, where he came from And I love it when he plays the drums. Yes that guy is the one I love He’s the one that I have been dreaming of He’s my life, my love and no other than The man in black the minister’s son.