When tears fall,
And wet my cheeks...
I want nothing more,
Than for a hand,
To be there to catch them.
When something,
That makes me happy occurs,
I want nothing more,
Than for a camera,
To catch the memory.
When out of,
Spite I throw something,
Precious,
I want nothing more,
Than for a friend,
To catch it.
When I trip,
And fall,
For anyone,
I need nothing more,
Than for you To catch me...♥
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