If it was up to me, you would be mines. But the decision is not left to me. So for the time being I’ll have to share you with the world. But when you realized the world cannot offer you the things I can, I’ll be in the same place you left me in. Just look for the girl with a sweater stained from tears and seams torn from the troubled years. The girl with her heart in her hand and arms reached out. The girl who has no place to go because confusion has made it hard for her to tell left from right. The girl with scraped knees from falling too many times. She’ll be there waiting on you, Praying for you, and hoping for you. When you come and find this girl then will you discover the world.