• One person in a million.
    One leaf upon a tree.
    One blade of grass in a meadow.
    One drop of water in the sea.

    One color in a rainbow.
    A single strand of hair.
    Even if you don't notice me,
    I know I'll still be there.

    An unrequited love, I know,
    I often do lament.
    For I am just one in that crowd,
    while you are heaven sent.

    It's impossible for you, I know,
    to think of me that way.
    Because when I try to say Hello,
    you just stare and turn away.

    I am my own, I am mine,
    even for you I will not change.
    You are my air, my sun and rain.
    Though that may sound quite strange . . .

    Am I a stalker? No I am not,
    I know best to leave you alone.
    It's impossible for me, I know,
    to make your heart my home.

    I know it hurts, to keep this love,
    hidden and locked away.
    But I will keep it, cherish it,
    and care for it everyday.

    Nowadays we are great friends,
    we chat and laugh and smile.
    I wonder . . . if I confessed . . .
    Would our friendship turn vile?

    It's hard to think of,
    when I see you smile at some other guy. . .
    Could he be your lover?
    Could he be your sky?

    So now I agree with all my heart,
    I will show no regret.
    I will keep my love sacred to me,
    and keep my unrequited feelings secret . . .