by Joshua Edward Lee Burdic
Every time I hear that name
I never ever feel the same
Something about that girl
Always gives my heart a whirl.
When we talked on the phone that
Day I wanted to tell her everything
I could say, but what I said
Came out all wrong as if I had
Written it in a twisted song.
The way we connect compares to
No other, only that of a child and
His mother. During that night
I dreamt of a girl that I could
Not see, but then in the morning
It came to me, She was the
Girl without a face that played
And I knew this because
My heart was finally allowing
Me to see the great ordeal
Of the girl, My friend we call
The best of wishes to your search for
the man of your dream,
I?ve hoped since I met you it might be me.