The hurt, the pain, has returned again,
to remined me i`m only mortal.
To live, to laugh, to cry again,
to remind me i`m only mortal.
No ease, no rest, no poets blessed,
no sympathy to boot,
Only the knowlegde that we must carry on,
untill the day we rest.
We struggle on, we try to do, what others take for granted,
There will come a time when all will know,
we stood and past the test.
So for now we admitt,
we tryed our best,
we have always loved a great deal
But the truth is not known,
we carry alone
our hurt, our pain, how we feel.,
The end will come soon,
the hurting will cease,
of that we know,
we are certain.