A rarity of its own kind
A jolt of the wild wind
Unstoppable and fearless
The joy of triumph and agony of fault
Baby Will you be my somersault?
The Growl of an empty stomach
The Funny voices I call an art
The Creech-less, bottom
and the edgy fashion, I flaunt
Hike for hours on the mountain top
Endure the dilemma with no agenda at all
Walk along far, run along with me
Stand beside spend a lifetime with me
The hug I want to stay embraced into
The hand I hold and derive strength too
i want no more you gotta be my all
in my triumphs in my fault
Baby Will you my somersault
