Each new day
Months and years
pass, and friends
leave or stay.
Pains and joys
seep, and fears
draw or stray.
Same though I
walk, and weave
each new day.
Months and years
pass, and friends
leave or stay.
Pains and joys
seep, and fears
draw or stray.
Same though I
walk, and weave
each new day.
