When the skies are blue
I think of you
How your smile brings grace
And happiness to my face
Your face is as pretty
As the morning skies
Upon the city
Through the rough good byes
We will love each other
For a extremely long time
Our differences will make us stronger
Through our rough times
HP: 44/44
Attack: 9
Defense: 5
Sp. Attack: 9
Sp. Defense: 7
Brains: 5
Speed: 9
