Softly he feathers my skin,
Taking my fears with him,
So lets not let it begin just yet,
The whole of our lives are yet.
Sadly he leaves no trace,
Keeping his word and grace,
And who am I to ruin his mind?
God keep me silent.
To make this first love last,
'Cause I think this could last.
He is a bird on the wing,
The breeze will make him a king,
And slowly he'll find a ground again,
And we can begin again.
So I'll put my faith in Him,
The greatest power there is,
And faith that He knows the way
Is all that I'll hope and pray.
To make this first love last,
'Cause I think this could last. |