I can see her pain far from here
I can hear her scream up above
I can see tears rolling down from her beautiful blue eyes
I can see her heart-broken, shattered into pieces.
I used to hold a key to her heart once,
I used to see dimples on that crying face
I used to see love on her heart that is now broken
I used to be her man.
She is like a wisp of cloud far across the valley,
When looked from far away-daisy beauty it is,
But when you're near it -disappear it was,
She wouldn't let me mend her heart.
Above all she is a strong woman
Whose silence have more power than a perfect speech
I knew her barely but faintly
That she is a strong woman.
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