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Perhaps I built too many roads and walls
To make us feel at home inside my head and heart
But I'll start with one step at a time to make the time
To get the prose of my joys and my pain to rhyme.
Perhaps I hold you just to drown out the chaos
When I could hold you like a dancer on a stage
I'll turn the page, take it one step at a time to make the time
To get the prose of my joys and my pain to rhyme
Perhaps tomorrow I will marry you
I'll wear a white dress with flowers in my hands and hair
But today I'll start with one step at a time to make the time
To get the prose of my joys and my painto rhyme
Perhaps some day we'll have a kid or two
And they'll be witness to the trust in life I re-built for you
Yes it's true, I'll start with one step at a time to make the time
To get the prose of my joys and my pain
I know you're trying to plan ahead
But I'm just trying to get out of bed so I can
Spend each day, watching you, waiting for me.
