Getting Over Moving On

Try your best not to look for, All those things which are no more. That favorite place to sit and talk. Paths lovers used to love to walk. Avoid using words like wish or fair And steer well clear of why. And find a place, that's always safe, to have a good old cry. Concentrate on doing what you need to, to survive. Keep on breathing in and out, though it hurts like hell inside. And even though foods lost its taste, Eat three meals each day And the hardest thing of all sometimes, say thank you when you pray. And I promise you, though I can't say when, there'll be a day that comes. Quite by surprise When you least expect it that at last you'll see the sun. And even if some clouds remain most will blow away And little by little, color returns To fill your world of gray.