Always room to laugh
Never room to cry
Being in place
Then going astray
Dreaming & praying
For our hardships
To go their way
This, too, all will pass
That’s what they say
Will it come soon, I ask,
When we all hear the words
Finally, and at last
This painful tide
Is washed out to sea
When family and friends
People like you and me
Enjoying all together again
People like you and me
Breaking bread
And shopping
No fear or dread
Relenting pain is gone
Happiness in its stead.
See you tomorrow.
HK
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