For You
By Ian W.G. Sparkman
By Ian W.G. Sparkman
Cold can be this life, hard can be this world.
Old stands this night, cards in hand swirled.
Old stands this night, cards in hand swirled.
Smiling is what you do, despite being tied tight.
Crying is what you hide, despite being free to fly.
Crying is what you hide, despite being free to fly.
Standing together shall we take command of life.
Pushing through the days, the suns warming rays.
Pushing through the days, the suns warming rays.
Time is no small wall to climb, yet still here we are.
Day meets Night in a clash of color and beauty.
Warmth defeating winters harsh reality.
Warmth defeating winters harsh reality.
Dancing around the flames of yesterday shall we remain.
Despite what others find right, we continue our way.
Sight of the finish line in our grasp as we enter a new day.
Sight of the finish line in our grasp as we enter a new day.
Senseless words come together to make a plight.
That we shall forever continue this meeting of day and night.
That we shall forever continue this meeting of day and night.
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