If the sun has no longer intention to warm up young leaves that wave gently welcoming day of new..
Then why are the birds still singing and hoping they would find happiness from every single drop of morning dew
There's a miracle
Hidden beneath the farthest path along down to the nearest step
And I'm counting myself
That I'll be right there to kneel before you and kiss you and breathe you
Coz I have faith
I believe the sun still shines
And heals the scars
I believe you're still mine
No matter how far you are
By balebila
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