I’m 14 years old,I’m pretty.
I’m a teeny tiny girl, a little lady.
I Live under the kitchen floor,
right here,not so far from you.
Some times I feel happy,some times I feel blue.
In my dreams..Oh!I wish I could~
Feel my hair blowing in the wind,
see the sky in the summer rain.
Pick a flower from the garden for you..
Beyond the lane,there’s another world,
butterflies floating in air..
But is there someone out there for me..?
And so life goes on,day after day,
with kick-knacks on the floor,nooks & crannies.
I live in a tiny world..
( live in a tiny world)
But out there,someone waits for me..
I wish I had someone to watch over me,
in my dreams~Oh! I wish I could..
Feel my hair blowing in the wind,
see the sky in the summer rain .
Pick a flower from the garden for you.
Now I know there’s another world,
butterflies floating in the air..
There is someone out there for me..
Feel my hair blowing in the wind,
see the sky in the summer rain.
Pick a flower form the garden for you..
Now I know there’s another world.
Butterflies floating in the air..
There is someone out there for me~
Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower, and you its only seed.
It’s the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance.
It’s the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance.
It’s the one who won’t be taken, who cannot seem to give,
and the soul afraid of dyin’ that never learns to live.
When the night has been so lonely and the road has been too long,
and you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong,
just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed that with the sun’s love in the spring becomes the rose.