Idioma destí: Anglès
Get well
I bring you smile on cracked lips
I traveled a long way to share it
So I lay down on the floor next to your pillow
And, you, show me the desire
That you'll get up like once
Just get well
That's all I asked from the sky
And every step that you make
I would reward with lips
Just get well
I'll wait for you
When you get up and move
I want to see you smile
I want to be proud with you
And I want to pray with you
When you recognize the victory in yourself
And victory in me
And when you get well.