I won't tell your secrets Your secrets are safe with me Just think of me as the pages in your diary I will keep your secrets Lemme hear you say woo (woo) Lay your head on my pillow Here you can be yourself No one has to know what you are feeling No one

But you can't fly unless you let your I know you got your wall wrapped all the way around your heart You can't fly unless you let yourself fall Don't have to be scared at all, oh my love I will catch you if you fall Let me tell you a story About a girl

"Que sera, sera, Whatever will be, will be; The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera, What will be, will be." Will I be rich?" When I was just a little boy, I asked my mother, "What will I be? Will I be pretty?

The silence moves everything once held beating; Into alignment with the skies. One by one, they fall; To insure, liberty. Freedom fighters, raise your fists; This life, is a battle; What's really ours (really ours). What's in our hearts. To insure,

When there's no one else, look inside yourself Like your oldest friend, just trust the voice within Then you'll find the strength that will guide your way Young girl, don't cry I'll be right here when your world starts to fall Young girl, it's alright

I love all of you Hurt by the cold So hard and lonely too When you don't know yourself My friends are so depressed I feel the question Of your loneliness Confide, 'cause I'll be on your side You know I will, you know I will

Redefine yourself See it in your mind This is all a game This is my fortune Well I see, because this is my window Your questions, with every move I make So much time, I filled up with answers To why my feet, will always hold their ground Need to be the

(Hold me long, all night long, where you belong, my baby) And love will follow I could show you ecstasy Close your eyes and we will lead We've come into a place in time Where I am yours and you're mine A circle filled with love If you'll come away with

The type of shit that make you wanna let go The type of shit that make you wanna Change is slow, always has been, always will be What good is taking over, when we know what you gon' do This is called being high as shit That's the name of this song nigga,

Have yourself a merry little Christmas Let your heart be light From now on, our troubles will be out of sight Make the Yuletide gay From now on, our troubles will be miles away Here we are as in olden days Happy golden days of yore Faithful friends who