what my face looks like when she smile..
when she cry..
when she's trying to lift this world up on her fragile hope..
when there is no more hope..
when she's upset worthlessly..
when out of the blue she's happy..
when she's looking at the one she love,
when the one she love is too many..
when she's mad, when she's sad,
when was the last time I saw her like that..?
I wonder in my slumber,
the same thing about you too dear,
whether you're far or so close to me here,
just like breathing, I'll keep you near.