I see the rising sun. I feel the warming one. We've come a circle. To the way we once begun. . No one's really sure. How to make it up. Or give a name to the way.
Deep down in my heart. There is a lot of words. Tears fall down my face. But I hear the many voices cry in vain. . I wanna tell you. Don't give it up, no, no..
It hurts down deep when angry words are spoken. Because of this countless tears are shed. Much too often tender hearts are broken. When hasty thoughtless angry words are said.