The perfect place,
Would be in your arms;
When I'm cold and I wanna scream.
During these cold, dark, and windy storms;
When I wanna break down,
And my storm clouds begin to form,
When I wanna cry;
But you...you hold me so high.
So high that I can touch the sky!!!!
So when someone comes up to me and asks:
"Where's the perfect place to be?"
I'll stay silent as the calm wind,
And I will let you answer;
Yeah, I'll let you tell me:
Where the perfect place would be!
by Jessica Walker

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