Verse 1

The wind moves softly through the leaves,

They answer in a hush.

You cross the path with careful steps,

As if the day might blush.

You’re sixteen, still young enough

To trust the words they say,

But you have carried sleepless nights

That should not come your way.

Pre-Chorus

And every borrowed tenderness

Can leave a mark behind;

I wish you knew your worth was yours

Before they changed your mind.

Chorus

You are lovely, you are one of a kind,

More than the names they leave on your skin.

Let the leaves keep singing; let the wind remind you: