We all know the sting of grief
the burden of strife
The caress of relief
We all have felt the coldness of winters;
breathed in the blossoms of springs
Some, the lucky, linger till they've had their fill of moonlight
Others take their leave, bowing out long before twighlight
This is life, there is no sorrow or glee
It's not beautiful it's not ugly, c'est justement la vie
So stay with me for as long as you have the chance
We'll stay drunken on Joy and dance,
Some good wine and romance!
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 5:07 AM UTC
We all know the sting of grief
the burden of strife
The caress of relief
We all have felt the coldness of winters;
breathed in the blossoms of springs
Some, the lucky, linger till they've had their fill of moonlight
Others take their leave, bowing out long before twighlight
This is life, there is no sorrow or glee
It's not beautiful it's not ugly, c'est justement la vie
So stay with me for as long as you have the chance
We'll stay drunken on Joy and dance,
Some good wine and romance!