You
Don’t breath in front of the ash for reminiscence
I afraid his dusty come inside your eyes
And hurt your nice eyes
Don’t puff your cigarette while you smoke
In case not the ash come to your face
Don’t smell flower that’s someone smell it before
That flower is nice if never people smelled
Don’t look at the sun it’s too bright
I don’t want to see tear go down from your eyes
Stare at the moon, its shine look like your eyes
Baby never tries to fly, if you flies never go down
Baby never tries to cry, if you cry look at the sky
If you want to fly I will give you wings
If you want to cry I will give u eyes
You wanted life, you got my heart
You wanted life, you got my love
You wanted me, you got my soul
Copyright © Zhino Qadr | Year Posted 2009
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