 | When she speaks, it’s clear as forever.
When she smiles, I can feel at ease.
When she walks, it’s poetry in motion.
But when she cries, she cries for me.
When she sings, it’s like morning in spring time.
When she sighs, it’s like a summer breeze.
When she laughs, it’s full of emotion.
And when she cries, she cries for me.
When she dreams, I’m the one she dreams of.
When she calls, she calls to me.
When she gives, I’m the one receiving.
But when she cries, she cries for me.
When she prays, her prayers are answered.
When she’s in love, she loves completely
When she hopes, it’s for salvation.
Still when she cries, she cries for me.
She doesn’t cry, from what the doctors told us.
She doesn’t cry, to get sympathy.
When she cries, she’s got good reason.
Because when she cries, she cries for me.
As she lives, it’s for the moment.
And when she dies, her soul will be free.
When she’s gone, I won’t go on without her.
So that’s why, she cries for me… |  |
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