Run, run, little child,
For the burden was too heavy for you to carry.
Run, run, little child,
For you became the eyes and the window of my soul.
Shall I believe, shall I foresee,
That beyond darkness lies light,
That beyond ugliness lies beauty.
Thank you for believing in the prayers,
Thank you for believing in God;
Thank you for seeing the good in life,
Though you've witnessed all the terrible
That should never have come across your way.
Come, come, little child,
Take me to a better place,
Away to all the wonderful scenes.
Shall I believe, shall I foresee,
Maybe one day I'll be young again,
Young enough to believe again.
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Downhill Of The Bright Side
شِعر"It was like.. I'm dancing so happily on the edge, but the fall is so painful and long." Downhills of the bright side.
