You've been hurt too many times
I know its hard to see who's right
so you cry night after night
staring at the stars and moonlight
Don't cry im on the way
I may not be there but think of the day
when you can hold some good for you
you deserve to be happy too
Think of the day where I wipe your sorrow away
make a joke and put a smile on your face
Dance with you and hold you close
whisper how much I love you the most
Don't cry im on the way
I may not be there but think of the day
when you can hold some good for you
you deserve to be happy too
Look out your window im in the drive
run to me and bring your smile
Im ready to love you let me show you how
Even the devil can't stop me now
Don't cry im on the way
I may not be there but think of the day
when you can hold some good for you
because you deserve to be happy too
Let this ring hold my true promise
that my heart will always be honest
Ill be all you ask and more
all I ask is for you to love me even when I fall short
Don't cry im on the way
I may not be there but think of the day
when you can hold some good for you
you deserve to be happy too
About the Creator
Quentin woodard
I am the Poetic Lyricist. I am a Poet, father of twins, and Husband to a loving Wife. My words come from my experiences, some from inspiration, and more from what I see on a daily. Welcome to me and be inspired. IG:poeticlyricist.
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