The
day of light
The
day of night
You
think of the past
Why
lovers gone
They
gave stupid answers
They
weren't the committed kind
They
wanted their freedom
The
way they could live by
You
can cry alone
When
you think of those times
The
memories can be bitter and sorrow
You
make up your mind
The
lovers may come
The
old wounds will cry
The
aged old sorrow
It
hasn't gone away
You
think you can live with it
The
day of light; the day of night
The
crying alone in the dark
The
footprints living in your memory
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