He's sweet.
So sweet
With a voice like he still
Would be experiencing life
For the first time.
For the first time
I listen to him
And I feel soft
On the inside
I feel warm
On the outside
I feel calm
In between.
In between
Evening and morning
I spend my time
Letting him in
I spend my time
Letting him sing
Sing to me.
Sing to me, Brett.
The one who loves you the most
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