Each morning after its long
night...
I'm always awaken by a fright...
Will the sun above smile at me ?
or the rainbow blindfold me ?
Hitting the age of 23...
I still love running around trees.
But I know no joys without tears
Nor has my heart escaped from fears...
Why am i haunted by seperation ?
And put me in eternal depression ?
Won't roses grow along my path ?
Or just thorns to tear me apart ?
But not far from the madding crowd,
A voice from somewhere assuring me
That even if the sun refuses to smile,
The moon will do that for
free.
