Sometimes I want to be a rain,
Which tears flow not in vain
To dew the desert of your soul,
To make it fruitful, best of all.
Sometimes I want to be a wind,
To feel free flight I’ll give you wings,
To let you see, to let you know
That you are loved and not alone.
Sometimes I want to be the sun
To be the first, to be the one
To watch your way, to watch your deeds,
Who’s glad to praise when no one did.
I love you, boy, I care so much,
In this big world my tender touch,
And my tight hug and my light kiss,
That’s all for you! Love. Hope. Miss.
care
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