Little birdie April 3, 2016 ~ Barbara Ery The best is yet to come. You will teach me to really fly. The best is yet to come. You think you know how but you never left the ground. The best is yet to come. The day you are mine. The day I am found. When our lips touch. The love that binds. The best is yet to come. Share this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email TweetLike Loading...