Awful knowing not the reason,
The day is lost.
To hold a sunbeam in the hand
A time to ponder what’s the cost.
To burn the past and forget fate,
To haunt the day unfolding dire
Why cannot we
The pain retire.
Awful knowing not the reason,
The day is lost.
To hold a sunbeam in the hand
A time to ponder what’s the cost.
To burn the past and forget fate,
To haunt the day unfolding dire
Why cannot we
The pain retire.