|Is it the rain falling down or the Sun burning my eyes....?
Will it burn me to touch her?
And then again to touch the Sun.
My head is pounding I continue to see the new rays of her face.
Round and round, what comes around silently,
as my worries seem so very small.
Oh, My waterfall. Nothing can harm me at all.
To think of somebody new,
I will never smile again until I smile at you.