2nd song
In a betterday
once a poor man say
bring a simple
eyes fade waste awhile
Be love Be life Be fire
tongue cheek fond hellos.
reach out and do not tire
for a simple thing
in mind such simple ways
heart sees no direction
leads in your direction
On a steeper plain
just another day
No love No life No fire
Gone wrong song love me higher
no discrestion your direction
Just another day
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