When you reside in a world of perpetual sorrow
The heart is unable to decide
Whether to laugh or cry
But the sun will always rise on the morrow
Bringing warm light to another day
So maybe there is room for both
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 3:46 AM UTC
When you reside in a world of perpetual sorrow
The heart is unable to decide
Whether to laugh or cry
But the sun will always rise on the morrow
Bringing warm light to another day
So maybe there is room for both
