To a strawberry popcorn, with love.

I just don't wanna hear you saying: I feel no pain.
I just don't wanna see you praying: Such a child!
I just don't wanna feel you forsaking: No love anymore.
I just don't wanna meet you weeping: Back to the begining.

Just fly off. Burst - since you are a corn. Popcorn.

And anytime, as you need, hold my hand. I show you painted ponies and ice cream castles - if it makes you smile. And if not, fancy a pint to get it better!

Anywhere, anywhen - i let you jump on my shoulders to see the pageant better than me for a moment. Just to make me happy being happy.