Oh, should good tomorrows remain but a dream
And should promises fail to be what they seem
Then I'll be your winter and you'll be my spring.

Should triumph last minutes, and failure endure
Should heartache come swiftly, and doubt without cure
I'll follow you certain, and I'll lead you sure.

Should brilliance be blinding in it's holy light
Then I'll be the darkness that holds you at night
And I'll be the shadows that trail from your sight.

Should I stumble and falter, trip, fall and fail
You hold me and heal me with hands strong and frail
If mere love is a breeze, then we'll be a gale.

Forever my balance between two extremes
Holding together world apart at its seams
Folly of all follies, yet dream of all dreams:

I'll love you for always, and you will love me.

The Tarzan soundtrack is pretty slick

Arthur

In every child there dwells a king
A horse, a knight, a sword that sings
A shield burnished until it gleams.
In every child there lives a queen
In formal clothes with a crown that seems
To be made of light and formed of dreams.
Tales of talking animals and castle moats
Of ivory towers and pirate boats
Of soaring gracefully through the sky.
We start to grow and we cease to hope
Make our first mistake and learn to cope
By forgetting we once thought to fly.
With each mistake we're less a child
With each failure we're growing wild
While our dreams are growing tame.
And everything that once we knew
Has become more fable and less true
And slowly we've become the same.
Because the problem is, as problems go
That what once was truth, now stories told
To children just to keep them still,
Our worldviews shrink in depth and width
Thinking heroes mostly myth
Yet still thinking monsters real.