The smile of dawn arrived early May. She carried a gift from her home. The night shed a tear to tell her of fear. And of sorrow and pain, she'll never outgrow.
The smile of dawn arrived early May. She carried a gift from her home. The night shed a tear to tell her of fear. And of sorrow and pain she'll never outgrow.
I'm much wiser now. A lifetime of memories run through my head. They taught me how. For better or worse, alive or dead. I realize there's no turning back.