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 our love clings
The mornings that bring
our newly grown wings


Better days will come
Some moments might feel numb
In them I’ll rub your thumb
You’ll sing me a sweet verse
The lines i will submerse
All of the bad days we know
We used to know

Better days will come as they were always here
As if they had always been near
The weight of the world we no longer have to bare
So long pain, so long despair
We will find life in all little things
The smiles, laughter, the tears that sting
The bad days might come
But better days they will become.

© wondrouslythinking