Gradually


Gradually the sun starts to rise and it's not nearly so dark
The worst and the best things seem to remind us that fragile is the heart
Most people are still in their sleep dreaming of years when it was always playtime from the beginning of the day till the sun sets over the trees then blue skies depart
Oh how I wish that children didn't have to grow up and learn that dreams are just that and sometimes your world falls apart
What I wouldn't give my love for that kiss that lit the spark.