Gray
There were piles of unseen troubles
That opened this heart’s traveling bag
And the reasons had their reasons
Then new feelings set their flags
I’d never tell someone to do it
But I’d offer them an invite
Understand things can look quite simple
In the softened light of night
Giving off no clue and feeling like they should
But in the bright of morning
Things simple in that moonlight
Have a hard time conforming
To ideas of wrong or right
Still the world is shining
And filled with radiant light
Because those softened evenings
Gave this heart a brand new life
|