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 © Michael Gelb | Year Posted 2010
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