Not Givin Up
What's the sense in cryin',
Wastin time on distant years,
What's the sense in holdin' pain,
I know that wont bring you here,
But
Sometimes when you're fallin,
What could've been flashes before your eyes,
And although my tears are tumbling down
I know its just what happens sometimes in life,
Still, my discernment is clearer,
I can steer to where the sun in nearer,
I can drive the drive,
Windows down, music up,
Knowin' I know life..
Not givin' up,
No,
Not givin up.
Copyright © Fiona Wallace | Year Posted 2006
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