Wait for Cry - Sophie Zelmani

If I am your stolen mind

It colud get back to you

Don’t you think that’s right

I don’t know how hard you held me So there must be a chance you haven’t

Fully let go on me

If I am your sickness now

I wouldn’t be od a kind

That would let you die

You haven’t really told me yet

So it still must be fifty fifty

On what I’ll get

If I am you question now

It 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 woon in where you’re los

The trees could cease

For fields that’s opening up Still the day id letting me deny

I Wait for rain, I wait for cry