There it was,

The spark that which ignited the gas,

Why does this always? , seems to differ.

does this hearing sense require a transfer? 

I felt despair from the cotton comfort,

Anger that created a polarity or some grounding port.

Momma said when I was young, one day my prince will come.

did i really wait too long because the croaking sound I hear at night through day like plum.

It once was very dark in the tunnel where the only vision is the light

A light at the end where I see the glory of a sight

The moment I reach the exit goes my beautiful baby boy

Handsome as ever, cheeks who I can't compare to no toy. 

so... then I lay and wonder do we really get to wonder?

or do our minds typically wander under?

The best way to go over, is to ride it out with the Range Rover.