There are moments,
When I wish to cry like a child,
To let out the burdens in my heart.
But then I look at these faces,
Faces that remind me,
If I did so, they will fall apart;
I'm all they are holding onto.
When I wish to cry like a child,
To let out the burdens in my heart.
But then I look at these faces,
Faces that remind me,
If I did so, they will fall apart;
I'm all they are holding onto.