Life's bitter
The way of the world is harsh
Grey skies abound
You seem to forever have a thunder cloud overhead
Grey skies as far as the eye can see
Just hold on a little while longer...
His hand, THE hand...
Sweeps in and raises you...
To heights never felt,
To joy incomparable.
Life's bitter
The way of the world is harsh
Grey skies abound
You seem to forever have a thunder cloud overhead
Grey skies as far as the eye can see
He promises to never leave you...
As the saying goes, "when you needed me most, I carried you."