Beneath the wind,

Underneath the sun,

You hide,

Man in a blue shirt,

Charming Prince, 

In all your glory,

Love should be true, 

Not forced, 

Or hidden, 

But that is how it was,

And still is, 

Man in a blue shirt,

Tell me your name

and we can shout it from

The roof tops

Sing songs to the stars, 

The night is still,

No sound of broken hearts, 

Glasses clinking, 

Sighs of abandoned lovers, 

Every night is new,

With new beginnings, 

Come tell me your story,

Ill listen and nod, 

The moon and the stars will

Laugh and smile at our awakening. 

Books will be written

And songs sang

One day your blue shirt

Will dance off it's hanger and it's starched lines will crease, 

With the truth and knowing 

Of who you are 

What your looking for, 

Who your looking at

And simply the knowledge 

and room to be what you were meant to be......