The time is coming
Ive been down and it took some time before
I realised how the situation
Could have left me, left me with a smile
Now I’m standing once again on solid groud
Maybe I should be thanking God
But nobody ever did teach me how to pray.
And I’m not sure that I even believe,
Or if I do that I have something to say
It’s not everyone that has the chance to know
The luck they have and how to see good in all
It’s harder to step out than to hide yourself in a crowd.
But the time is coming they’ll find they’ve nothing to complain about.
Lately I’ve been looking up above
Beyond dark days that drag.
To nights that bring me pleasure and an ever growing light.
The time is coming surely when I’ll be playing like a child once again.