Every day she does the same old thing
looking hard to find her long lost joy
she walks around her place, just to pass the time
stops at the window, watches yellow dim to blue
passing the same old houses again and again
never noticing the faces as she goes by
the doors to the streets seem always closed
and in her mind she asks, why even try?
and she marks off another day
and another day goes by
She's filled with emptiness, her feelings out of focus
her desire for life is no longer there
running our of time she's lost her young hope
and she feels, why even try?
Remember Him, and unheard voice is crying
Remember Him before the silver cord is cut
Remember Him before this body turns to dust
Remember him before the Spirit is gone
and she marks off another day
and another day is gone
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