Hard Times Come Easy
Hard times seem to eat us alive,
We go thru changes.
Changes that we can't explain, or even fantom.
We hang on to those hard times and memories we make.
Even if we know someday all these hard times will come crashing thru our walls and end us all.
When the sound of thunder cracks into the night sky,
You will know another storm is rolling in.
More hard times are here to come.
Hard times come fast,
Some come slow.
Some come easy.
With a blink of an eye,
they will only be just a memory.
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