Could Be Happy
Real love isn't guarded,
It is free,
It's something that you never see,
But you feel it on the inside,
Can hear my lonesome cry?
Maube I should take a chance,
Maybe I should dance this dance,
Feel the sand between my toes,
And hold your hand and never let go,
Now maybe then, I could be happy.
Copyright © Elizabeth Cobb | Year Posted 2006
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