Wait For Cry

If I am your stolen mind

It could get back to you

Don't you think that's right

I don't know how hard you held me

There must be a chance you haven't

Fully let go on me

If I am your sickness now

I wouldn't be of a kind

That would let you die

You haven't really told me yet

So it still must be fifty and fifty

on what I'll get

If I am your question now

Could as well be a riddle

That only takes some time

Still the days are just passing by

Wait for rain wait for cry

If I am your wood in where you're lost

The trees could crease

For fields that's opening up

Still the day is letting me deny

I wait for rain I wait for cry

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