Go On by Nathan Lyle
Sunday comes, and everyone
takes their place but me. Church bells ring, choir sings,
but i can't believe. I'm so tired and torn... Should i give up or go on? Memory fades, years are days
and there's no hand to hold. I still dream, but it seems,
my story's been told. I'm so tired and...
I write songs because i have to, and i hope you might find something in them for yourself.
I write songs because i have to, and i hope you might find something in them for yourself.
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