Why are you always there
When things go wrong?
Why can you always make me smile
On moments I wish I could cry?
What is it with you
Always being there when I need you,
Helping me whenever you should
Without me asking it?
What is it with the gentle touch
A friendly hand on my shoulder,
That ”it'll be okay someday' look in your eyes
Which you send me when you see me
Will I ever understand
Why you look at me that way?
or is it just me who wishes quietly
that you really care?
Jep, voor het eerst sinds maanden nog eens.
