Living in a frustrated haze
With so much that’s gone wrong,It’s hard to face tomorrow’s craze
With a sweet cheery song.
But even in the darkest skies
There is a touch of gold
And that’s enough, in these rough times,
On to which I can hold.
So bring on all the storms of life,
Heaven’s gold streaks the night,
And I will make it through the storms
Following that bright light.
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