Sing

Written by：Abra Moore

I wanna sing

Sing to your eyes where they once held windows

When you're looking at me

I wanna hear

Hear all the sounds and the cracks in your voice

When you speak to me

Look at my eyes and my nose and my fingertips

I'm looking so much like you

Look at the way that I switch my walk mama

I'm walking like you used to do

What about tomorrow

You won't be there to watch me bleed

What about all the yesterdays

And the times that I was hoping that you'd come back to me

Mama sing

Sing to you

Sing to me

I know you're out there

What about tomorrow

You won't be there so I can make you proud

What about all the yesterdays

And the times I was hoping that you could sing out loud

Sing with me

Sing come on

Sing with me

Sing come on

I wanna sing

Sing to your eyes where they once held windows

When you're looking at me

I wanna hear

Hear all the sounds and the cracks in your voice

When you speak to me

What is this pain in mama did you feel it too

At such a tender age of twenty-four

At such a tender age of twenty-four

A wanna sing to you

At such a tender age of twenty-four

A wanna sing sing to you

A pain you

Hey

To sing me

Sing sing to sing to you

A pain you

Hear me

Look at my eyes and my nose and my fingertips

I'm looking so much like you