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 of 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 fifty on what I'll get

If I am your question now
It 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 cease for fields that's opening up
Still the day is letting me deny
I wait for rain, wait for cry