missing pieces of my toy story

To be friends is to care

To care I got you

I wish I could hold  the sand

until the time I lost you

with you I was on the cloud number 9

and rest everything in my world would go fine

but when you reached that cloud, you left me far behind

you have gone with no sign that's clear

I look to find an empty mirror

guess my reflection is following you wherever you are

and my eyes just gazing upon that one little star

wherever you may be, near or far

I see you in every passing car

you need to know how much it hurts

I miss our old barbie doll skirts

to go to place where there's no you

there's none of our laughter but just the blues

the toys are sealed up, no one sees them around

I'm falling down so low but I don't even touch the ground

if the genie was true and I still have that one wish

I wouldn't care about  The God and be a little selfish

I would ask him to give me back my play-house

I'll be the tom and you'll be the Jerry mouse

we would comb our barbie's hair and put our teddies to sleep

there will again be joyous times and promises to keep

there are no skies too high,  no oceans too deep

 holding hands, together walk up to the top, no matter how much it is steep

I have stories to share and  I know you'lll laugh out at it loud

just stay right there and wait untill I reach your  cloud