Tears rolling down my eyes.
I wish I had a magic wand
That could make things alright.
It isn't easy as it is.
It gets tougher by the day.
Holding on, being strong
Isn't as easy as they say.
I know it's gonna go well;
I know it’ll sort out itself;
I know there's nothing to fear;
I wish I had control over my tears.
I make it through the day with a smile on my face.
Tearing inside, I smile for them anyway.
It can get so tough, it's not easy.
I'm not a freak. No, I'm not crazy.
I'm walking alright and then I lose my way.
I'm feeling fine and suddenly I start to fray.
My emotions, my worries, everything there…
Yet, in blind faith, every minute I pray.
« return.