Does she care
She helped me up and I fell down
She held my hand when I was lost in the crowd
She brightened up my day as she took all the bad things away
Then that day came
I said hey then she walked away
Then I fell to see if she would confert me
she looked away as she walked faster in fear
But as she saw me start to cry she walked passed and said hi
I had hopes in my dreams that she would come visit me
In the place we held hands wits lost in the large crowd
and that was the last of hopeing and dream of the the girl
who held my hand in the large crowd
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