I sing a song in the rising sun
The song of love for I have none
I wish for love though I will not cry
No tear will fall from my weary eye
I sing a song of the waining light
In the darkness alone I fight
Thought has come now dark and deep
I close my eyes though I dare not sleep
I sing a song in a past tense
The things I did did not make sense
Of all I wish that I could hold
No not silver no not gold
I sing a song of yesterday
I should have said the things I did not say
If only I could go back and make it right
Say I love you and hold you tight.
Nov 29, 2021
Nov 29, 2021 at 9:25 PM UTC
I sing a song in the rising sun
The song of love for I have none
I wish for love though I will not cry
No tear will fall from my weary eye
I sing a song of the waining light
In the darkness alone I fight
Thought has come now dark and deep
I close my eyes though I dare not sleep
I sing a song in a past tense
The things I did did not make sense
Of all I wish that I could hold
No not silver no not gold
I sing a song of yesterday
I should have said the things I did not say
If only I could go back and make it right
Say I love you and hold you tight.
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