the way she...

The way she speaks...wish I was a word...

could have meant something to her and she would have heard...

each time I think of her... my mind enters a bliss...

I love her...love her for everything she is...

The way she gazes...wish I was the scene...

she could have noticed me and in her eyes I would have been...

I may have a lot...still she is the one I miss...

I love her...love her for everything she is...

The way she prays...wish I was a bead...

she could have held me and I would have been with her in times of need...

don't want to lose her now or I'll be shattered with the words etched on every single piece...

I love her...love her for everything she is...

The way she hum...wish I was a song...

she could have played and learned me and I would have been long...

each breathe of me becomes a lyric and it goes like this...

I love her...love her for everything she is...

I love her...love her for everything she is...

look back...

When you have no shoulder left to cry on...

when you can't find the right person to rely on...

when the world seems to have lost love and everybody hating...

just look back...

I'll be waiting...

If you find yourself lost in the dark...

no way to go... no end no start...

don't fear to see your ways dissipating...

just look back...

I'll be waiting...

If the time for you seems to have stop...

when you have nothing to cling onto nothing to hope...

when you want to share your pains with someone relating...

just look back...

I'll be waiting...

If in life you set out to feel love again...

you don't have to go too far and wander in disdain...

I have said it all the way and I will keep on repeating...

just look back...

I'll be waiting...

just look back...

I'll be...