Forlorn the Soul,
awaiting thee,
I need more energy,
designed for me.
When a new day
dawns on the morrow,
will it be joyful
or only be sorrow?
Sorrow seems to
own the day,
when Joy
never finds its way.
Forlorn the Soul,
awaiting thee,
I need more energy,
designed for me.
When a new day
dawns on the morrow,
will it be joyful
or only be sorrow?
Sorrow seems to
own the day,
when Joy
never finds its way.