pick a flower fro the garden for you

beyond the ne， there’s another world，

butterflies floatg air

but is there soone out there for

and so life goes on， day after day，

with knick-knacks on the floor， nooks and crannies

i live a ty world

but out there， soone waits for

i wish i had soone to watch over ，

y dreas~ oh! i wish i uld

feel y hair blog the d，

see the sky the sur ra

pick a flower fro the garden for you

now i known there’s another world，

butterflies floatg air

but is there soone out there for