The time we spend together
Is like a day of flying kites
Holding on real tight
Morning, noon, and night

Where there always seems to be
The tug of a gentle breeze
Reminding you and me
What will be will be

As always with love
The wind can come up blblusterous
But never run amok
Always heading up

To always have to hold
A promise we will keep
Holding on tightly
To each others strings