Friday Morning
Friday morning, here I stand on a hill, alone again
Trying to brave the heat and the pain
Thinking about tomorrow from the shadows of yesterday
Misty is the path of today
But I still believe that each morning brings the sunshine
That one morning when time is right, I shall be fine
For, when I die today, it's unjustly immature
Hoping to live till day of rapture
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