To me you are a work of art and I would give you my heart - thats if I had one.

I can chase you and I can catch youbut there is nothing I can do to make you mine.

I am no king and I am no lordAnd I am no soldier at-arms said he.Im none but a harper and a very poor harperThat am come hither to wed with ye.If you were a lord you should be my lordAnd the same if you were a thief said she.And if you are a harper you shall be my harperFor it makes no matter to me to meFor it makes no matter to me.But what if it prove that I am no harperThat I lied for your love most monstrouslyWhy then Ill teach you to play and singFor I dearly love a good harp said she.

So dont you worry your pretty little mind because people throw rocks at things that shine. Ours

I dont let nobody see me wishin he was mine

I once had a dreams of becoming a beautiful poet but upon an unfortunate series of events some of those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again sparkling and broken.But I didnt really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is.

The sky is full of dreams but you dont know how to fly.