You’re the singing bird that knocked my window,
And I let you in on the first knock,
Because that wasn’t the first time I saw you.
Some days I have seen your kind face,
And other days I have felt your big heart,
Your presence will always make me smile, like a kid flying his first kite.
And now, everyday I crave for your soft hands, and for the feeling that you’re close by,
Because now I can’t live without my delight, my light,
So even if one day you’d stop singing,
I’d happily open that window on your first knock.
