Here I was waiting for you once more
Standing on your front stoop
Waiting on this concret floor
My flowers wilt and droop
Rain pours down upon my face
Lightning flashes
Still standing in this very place
Thunder crashes
I turn around and stop to think
Another block and I’m safe in bed
But what to my eyes I blink
On my front stoop I find many flowers of red
Had he been to my place
I saw from a glance
I walked, then ran and it then it became a chase
Together again he asked will you give me another chance
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