Michelle Featherstone

It's the little things They pulled me in and I'm defenceless I try to ignore like I've done before but it's just useless I've made up my mind that I'm gonna let you in And I'm not afraid but I have to say This is gonna hurt if it ever ends But someho

Here we are, Staring straight into tomorrow's eye's, What do you see? Can you see the same as me? We hold hands, We take walks and talk, And laugh about things. I'll tell you what, This could be the way, That every day was meant to be. Chorus: I don'

God bless the child Who can find the way home God bless the child Who is wary and so Oh, beware to take care of yourself Or you'll lack the strength to help somebody else God bless the child Who is broken and bruised God bless the child Who just want