| Flower days have to wait ;
Sunshine through the filtered haze .
It's like the sun that chases the morning moon from the sky,
Things I never feel I have to catechize why.
It's Like the rise and fall;
the ebb and flow of the tide,
Things I never answer why.
I can't even let out a smile;
The tears stream down my face,
for I know I've got to out of this race.
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Cause when I see your face, I noted your grin.
I reckon I found something there,
that keeps me whole. |
3:19 AM