• I sit here alone hugging that jacket,
    waiting for you to return,
    Now I think back on the day in july,
    and hum that sweet little lullaby,
    And rememeber and laugh at,
    all the fun we had that day.

    NOw it is two o'clock in the afternoon,
    and we sit and talk on the phone,
    wishing that we can see each other soon,
    and return into our loving arms,
    He wishes I was there with him,
    I wish he was here with me,
    We are both happy,
    Yet we both miss eachother and cant wait,
    for the day when I can see his smiling face again,
    If this is what love can really do,
    Then I want more than anythign for things to stay,
    always and forever this way.
    For I am his sweet little angel,
    just a he is my sweet guardian from all things that are hell,
    And I will always love him,
    and i will tell him so!