Never would like to speak
For what we have been left into
Even when nothing seemed
Be for the best of the future
For what we have been left into
Expecting the sorrow to be dormant
And yet its yearning relentless threads within
And yet its yearning relentless threads within
Even when nothing seemed
Be for the best of the future
Still the thought of the sorrow
I believe is worth something.
I believe is worth something.