Don t Let My Heart
Butterflies fill me inside and around ; the thought of you makes my heart feel drowned ; In a pool of passion and excite ; But I got my blood here at fright ; Goodness could come out of this ; Blend with it and don't be missed ; Grounded are my thoughts of clay ; Help them mold in a better way ; Love you if you will ; Don't let my heart be still ; Let it fly above to the greatest height ; Free yourself from the demanding light ; If I give, I think you'll take ; But will you give for me, is it fake ; Grounded are my thoughts of clay...; 