Funny story, true story,
You tell me after class.
Grabbing my arm to pull me aside,
As we let the other students pass.
You have a problem, I say.
A serious issue.
But in reality I think you're perfect,
And wish that I could be you.
I want your calming effect on people,
I want your faith in me.
You're beautiful, kind, and perfect,
And you always seem to be filled with glee.
You’re my favorite person in the world,
You’re the one I depend on.
You can count on me, and I on you,
Just like our favorite song.
God blessed our broken road,
A road full of tears and dreams,
One day you'll be a famous author,
And I hope you won't forget about me.