Woorden: John Mark Thomas. Other. Ode To A Friend.

I cherish this fond memory
It's a gorgeous picture in my mind
Swinging in the hammock out back
Just me and you, Sister
Discussing our futures and what we will become

I remember the stars out that night
Filtering down through the beautiful oak trees
But the light those stars provided
Cannot compare to what shone from your eyes, Sister
Oh how I love your eyes!

They can pierce the darkest night
They could conquer the whole world without a fight
They harbor such great wisdom
And they tear my world apart

You're a sister aptly named
My sister, Faith