*Is there anyway
this day I could borrow
It's been the perfect day
I'd love to use it tomorrow
I'd take its sweet morning crispness
and spread it out evenly
as God and man is my witness
I'd give it again generously
Its breeze I would take
without you even knowing
let it brush gently against your face
so it would feel worth in blowing
I would take the sunshine
give it to the new morning, noon, and night
if I could just borrow this day
and do with it as I like*
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 8:38 AM UTC
*Is there anyway
this day I could borrow
It's been the perfect day
I'd love to use it tomorrow
I'd take its sweet morning crispness
and spread it out evenly
as God and man is my witness
I'd give it again generously
Its breeze I would take
without you even knowing
let it brush gently against your face
so it would feel worth in blowing
I would take the sunshine
give it to the new morning, noon, and night
if I could just borrow this day
and do with it as I like*
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