If fear were to see you,
out of the corner of his eye,
his heart would race like never before,
but not because his end was nigh.
If lonely sadness were to find you,
meet with theirs your kind eyes,
Tears would flood down their cheeks,
but for an unfamiliar reason why.
If sin could spend a day with you,
watch you work and love and care,
he would surely hang his head in shame for once,
rather than to avoid judicial scare.
And if I were to meet you,
for the first time once more,
I've no doubt I'd fall head over heels again,
Just like before.
