1 of 100 and 1 of a Million to come Lyrics

One of a hundred, and one of a million to come

If Shakespeare had met you, your name would have never died

For it would have lived in literature till the end of time

The smoothest stone in the Arctic would have lay at your feet

The graves scream when you pass by, for they see such life in you

And without you, what a spooky world it would be

My bones would crush, my stomach would bleed

I would die within

Your breath is that of life

The hummingbirds flapping their wings

Is a testament to the way my heart reacts

When it sees

You