Sunny days go by
and still I cry,
the tears like a storm
blowing in.

The days go on,
I still don't have
a change of
heart.

Will I survive?
will I get through this?
Will it get better or worse?
Will I see the sun again?

But the days get longer
and the tears fall harder.
The sunny days turn into
rainy clouds.

The days go on
I still don't have
a change of
heart.

Still the days go by,
still I cry.
The tears like a storm
blowing in.

My tears like the stars
in a clear night sky.
The moon always full and high
and shining bright.

The sun comes out
to dance to an
unheard melody.
It's morning.