summer days

Hard times flowing and my eyes couldn't see stars shining,
My heart couldn't feel the beauty of the rising sun,
And I'm lost like a bottle that floats in the sea for ever.
Will somebody pick up my hope?
Will somebody try?
Will I realize?

'cause it's broken, broken.
Something got broken, like stolen.
Stolen, like if it was stolen
And hurting, hurting
I have been hurting and now
Only time will tell,
Time will heal.

Just pieces of truth that I chose to keep and
No matter if now they are gone,
No matter if I am alone.
Still I can get back on my feet and walk on
As I know there was something to learn,
I know there will always be more worth moving on for.

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I'd love to be one of those colorful early summer days
When everybody is happy that you came
Everybody smiles back at you as soon as your eyes cross their eyes
But something has to happen first
I know winter has to come before it blossoms