(CRY)


See me cry, See me cry, See me cry,
Hear my pain, Touch my hurt, Break my pride.

I Will try to touch you with these word I speak,
Cause they say words can hurt, Then physically I'm to Weak.

They also say that power can come from a word,
But I say power comes from weakness.
For where was the power in the words of the little girl,
Who's little world was shattered,
As her father told her to keep it a secret...
Everybody has a story to tell, But this story that I'm telling ain't everybody's.
Like I'm supposed to go to church, Don't everybody?
See I believe In him, As the preacher touches him.
Got me asking GOD why?
Cause they say that words can hurt,Then I want you to touch me.

The prostitute Speaks for the $40 Play,
But deep down I say,
She's the broken little girl,
Who's world was shattered when her father told her to keep it a secret.
So she forever runs from her weakness.

See me cry, See me cry, See me cry,
Hear my pain, Touch my hurt, Break my pride.

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