And then she said,. - "What's that on your eyes?". She touched me. Yes, I was crying. - "For many years I've tried, but now I'm too tired to hide. No reason why. Just need to cry. ". And then
I'm growing seed in a haystack. I give it a splash of green. It's not the sun. It's not the water. There's something more to make me live. And I breed and I can't feel but I drop sad tears when I