Hours Pass By

I think of u in my arms

and what it would be like 2 make love

I think of u raising my SEED

and what they'd be made of

I think of how alone I was

before u came 2 be

I think of the joy I felt

when u said u thought of me

I'm proud 2 be the heart u

choose 2 make a friend

hours pass by and cupid cries
until we meet again