I look in her eyes, what a brilliant prize.
For some lucky soul, his will to extol.
As my heart beats with thunder, does hers too I wonder?
But alas the pragmatics; save this girl from down under.
So I continue in stout, new hope, a new route.
As I'm buried in clout, from this wonderful drought.
Yes I laugh at it how? Should've killed me by now;
Plants don't always arise from the seeds that we sow.
So I'm a soldier for now, and would I just know how?
This girl on my brain, still makin' it rain.
Time to work on some gain,
Now that I've left the rain..
may just paint her some time;
would that cross the line?