This is my song for you. Thoughts of winter, dreams of sunshine. Nothing that I can do changes how I feel in my mind. This is my song for you. Times … - John Miles Foley

The right to sing, the right to play.
The right to do the things I feel in my own way.
And if you took it all and asked me to pretend,
you'd be breaking a heart that won't mend.
The right to win, the right to lose.
The right to fall in love with anyone I choose.
And when it's my mistake and everything goes wrong
I would write what I feel in a song.

Highfly, touch the sky,
Whatcha gonna do now the well's dry?
Good time, feeling fine.
Whatcha gonna do now there's no wine?

I was blinded. Yes, I was blinded,
and the tender touch that said so much doesn't need me now.
I was blinded, how I was blinded.
When I think about how far I've got to fall
it won't help that I was blinded by it all.