Cry

Cry
Cry
Cry

Ooh

What if I don’t know how to cry
What if my tears ran out so long ago
What if the well was drawn from too many times
Now I’m paralyzed
What if all my emotions dried
So now I can’t cry with you
I want to hold some of your sorrow too
I don’t know why
I just can’t cry

What if I don’t know how to sing
What if these songs are meant for some other voice
What if a different story has to be told
And I don’t fit the mold
What if my golden years flew by
And I already played my part
Wasn’t I just about to start?
Am I anything
If I can’t sing

YEAH I'LL WAIT
TO SEE TOMORROW GO TWO WAYS
SO EVERY TEAR I'D HAVE TO BORROW GOES TO WASTE
PICK AND CHOOSING EVERY SORROW
SO THAT I CAN SMILE TODAY
BECAUSE I'M SO AFRAID TO CRY

What if I don’t know how to die
What if I cannot take the bullet for you
What if my ego drags me out of control
And I’m all alone
Will you come running after me
So you can fill me with your love
And set your living water free
So the stained glass perspective
Will be resurrected
And maybe then I’ll learn to cry
Cry