Worse days will bear our cries
Better days are on the rise
A sun that clears the sky
I don’t want life to all be good
And it’s not always understood
Nothing good is ever easy
But better days take our uneasy

And turns it onto gold
It shines so so bright I’m told
Then our life will unfold
The future holds our hope
The way we learn to cope
The hidden wondrous things
The way...