Same Tour

Same Tour           
                        

The worst thing of my life
Is grieving over the loss of my wife

Our lives maybe set in stone
But our future is unknown 

Were born, we live and then we die
Our loves are left behind to cry
 
We suffer and we grieve
With different feelings I believe
 
We grieve in our own way
Some of us may cry day after day      

Many days are full of sorrow
We always hope it will be better tomorrow 

Life is a revolving door
Around and around we take the same tour
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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