The wind is real soft on her hair,
I wanted to know her name,
I reflect as I remember the rain
I wonder if I should go there.
I have watched her for so long,
I have wanted to go with her home.

If I was not shy
Oh, how I would saviour the flavor by and by
She is pretty yes very nice and
she adds the spice to the witty and the astute cut of the dice.

I am of the world would she think me rude?
If I was to come to her and allude,
to watching and waiting, are for wanting to touch,
for loving what I have seen so very much.

The weather permits no time for me to continue this rhyme,
so I must take another day for my mind to play.
She is going to be here with me for a while,
she is my beautiful lady with child.

My heart continues to cling on to what it was going to be,
she never promised me a thing you see.
She just lived and loved and then when called,
she went up above with my child.
It was a rainy night we had just come from the mall.

I see it as I sit here I see the car, I hear the skid of the tires,
and I watch in horror as her body beneath me I try to hide.
How I cried, oh lord how I cried.

A silly blink of and open eye, still brings tears and I question and resent the why.
But I want her to know that slowly I am letting go.

I want those who are down to know, for a while I was the happiest shy guy around.
Yes, I was bursting inside with the joy, of the thought of holding that little girl are boy.

Now, she is always alone, and no I have never followed her home.
You see she lives way up above me.
Yes, she is with the angels you see.

Yes I am that shy guy that love and lost, the one that keeps looking in,
because I lost my love and my friend now I am a shy guy again.
A stranger the end.