do just fine And I don't see how you could ever be anything but mine Mary I don't see how you could ever be anything but mine
, But cries of anguish know no barriers. But how long do we shout for? Denied the airwaves, we trust in the wind to carry what we say. But sometimes we
not get through, But cries of anguish know no barriers. But how long do we shout for? Denied the airwaves, we trust in the wind to carry what we say.