Morning dew kisses a rose.
The sun lights up the moon.
A bee pollinates a flower.
The rain refreshes the earth.
The birds sing a song to Mother Nature as she wakes.
Everyone has someone to say something to.
But I\'m awake in the morning, singing myself a song,
wondering where you are,
thinking of what we would\'ve been if we had lasted.
Understanding that things happen for a reason,
I wish I could\'ve been someone to your something.
And I wish I could\'ve held your hand,
maybe hugged you before bed.
I wonder if we would\'ve been better friends
from the beginning,
because you said something, and I was your someone.
But when my turn came,
my breath was tight,
my voice was faint,
and my words never came out,
the way we had both planned.
I hope you still get kisses from the dew,
the warmth of the sun,
a bee that sits on your hand,
or a bird that sings to you.
I know you\'ll have someone to your something.
It just wasn\'t who we had planned.