MAHALA She's the sweetest when she's sleeping I've watched her many times She'll wake up and she'll catch me Looking straight into her eyes But she never seems too worried She knows it's just my way So I hold to her and kiss her And start another day with Mahala I've watched her grow to love me Like a poet would watch a deer Sometimes she can't get enough of me Sometimes I can't get near But we wait for one another Like a farmer waits for spring Through the long dark nights of winter I could face most anything with Mahala And if you have a broken heart she'll gladly take you in She'll hold your hand and talk to you and love you like a friend She'll show you things you've never known before And when you're finished healing You will want to stay some more With Mahala I hope she stays beside me 'Til she can make it on her own And live a life that's worthy Of the seeds of love she's sown But 'til then I'll turn the light on just to see that she's still there And if I were a praying man, Lord knows I'd say a prayer for Mahala