When the shades of trees scare you in the night, when
the winds you used to love howl, when you sleep with the phone in your hands
wishing for a call, it’s when I’d say cry…cry…cry and let everyone hear your
voice crying, because you might not know but tears are the flames of a conceived
dream, the sparks of carving a dream, cry baby cry, tears are strength, and
only the week has no tears, cry, because today the dream will be watered with
your tears, cry to make an ocean of tears, an ocean to sail through till we meet,
cry and don’t be ashamed, it’s the secret of life in your tears.
Talk where ever you want, I can always hear, where ever
you are, I can always see, cry, baby cry, have no fear. Jump, go, run and shout out load, I then will
tell you: you shouted too load, speak, to yourself, to a wall, to a mirror, to
whatever you want, and I always hear, don’t look down, look in front of you and
you’ll see me waiting to hug you, to hold you, to tell you, you shouted too
loud.
