There's This Girl

There's this girl.

There's always a girl. 

There's always the sun in the morning,

There's always the wind, 

There's usually always something to deal with. 

And there's this girl. 

We yearn for all kinds of different things.

We can't find the answers to the questions we have
And find answers for the ones we don't.  

We plead for things we don't need 

And try to get rid of those things most valuable to us. 

We are afraid of those blessings that might help us 

And cling to those things that would kill us. 

We wake up, go to sleep.

We call it-

Life. 

She's so very beautiful. 

I once rode my bicycle deep into a wooded forest. 

Not really a forest, but you might think of it like that.

I was hot so I stopped-
but I only got hotter and started sweating. 

When I was riding the wind in my face kept me cool. 

When I stopped, so did the wind. 

I love her eyes and I still love her hair. 

I don't know much about her personality.
I haven't seen her in quite some time.

When I was younger, whenever I wanted to write a song, 

I would think about what I might want, 

And in the morning the song would be in my head. 

Sometimes there's a song in the morning.

There's always the sun in the morning,

There's always the wind, 

There's usually always something to deal with. 

And there's this girl.