Love doesn’t always come when you want it to. Sometimes it just happens, despite your will.
I wish the night would end,
I wish the day’d begin,
I wish it would rain or snow,
or the wind would blow,
or the grass would grow,
I wish I had yesterday,
I wish there were games to play…
Grief, no matter how you try to cater to its wail, has a way of fading away.
I wish the night would end,I wish the day’d begin,I wish it would rain or snow,or the wind would blow,or the grass would grow,I wish I had yesterday,I wish there were games to play…