Maybe, one day; when I grow old,
I’ll see past quarrels slowly fold.
Maybe, one day: when lights grow dim,
We’ll all sit quiet to hear one somber hymn.
Maybe, one day: the rain stops pouring;
You’ll be with me- our hearts left soaring.
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 9:25 PM UTC
Maybe, one day; when I grow old,
I’ll see past quarrels slowly fold.
Maybe, one day: when lights grow dim,
We’ll all sit quiet to hear one somber hymn.
Maybe, one day: the rain stops pouring;
You’ll be with me- our hearts left soaring.
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