Sorrow falls
Like a winter night
The wind calls
Like hanging ice
The branches bow
Like a jagged knife
Tomorrow feels
Like a losing fight
Are we here
To work or play
To build a dream
Out of clay
To take or give
To do or pray
To keep our sorrow
To let it stay
So we know it well
We learn to live it
We know it well
We learn to be it
Until we know
We are more
More than no
No never no
Not in a million
Sorrow
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