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