When
When the rivers run dry
and you see me cry
all the color fades
nothing left to create
please tell me
you'll still want me
to be yours...
When the music won't play
and you don't know how to say
you like me
without a guitar
promise me you'll learn
When there's something missing
and you don't wanna listen
to how I feel
or you just don't see it
tell me you'll see it
When we're grown
and wrinkled and old
and there's nothing left to learn
I will still be learning you
I will still be learning you
Copyright © Joy Bohland | Year Posted 2013
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