Crear
Once the last drop of rain has dried off the pavement Shouldn't I find a stain, but I never do
I can still feel you hold my hand, little man And even the moment I knew
And I knew my words were hard to hear And harder to ever take back
How long will it be cute All this crying in my room
And it was always on your terms I waited on every careless word Hoping they might turn sweet again
He goes about his day Forgets he ever even heard my name
