When there are questions in your dreamy eyes,
there always is a friend who is close by
to wipe a tear away before it dries,
reminding you how high that eagles fly.
Midst dreamworlds now on which your heart relies
and creates for the world your wondrous flair,
remember he who softly stood by you,
forget not, in the shadows, he was there.
And know that as you give your heart to one,
there will, in time, be love returned to you;
since love of dearest friends canít be undone,
and heartbeats tell you just how much I care,
when hands fall silent in the setting sun,
remember in your heart Ė Iím always there.