He walks right through the world so gracefully.
So confident it tears me into two.
A stride so strong, a man so proud with glee.
A girl around his arm who can intrude?

Her Romeo, she's all he has asked for.
What's wrong? I'm not the one to say my peace.
Fine lines are drawn. To his eyes, my eyes soar.
Defeat as stubborn as a rock to please.

A walk of wandering thoughts must come compassed.
Once more, he moves, he lives, he walks away.
The stride a right, will never once have crashed.
O Lord, what now? My feelings must obey.

His love shouts high, I just do not belong.
Not sure right now. Smoke hovers just too long.