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The city is cold

the street lamps are dim

and I'm as frightened and as lost as a child

I could sit down and weep

I could scream at the world

but instead I fold my hands, and I pray



and yeah... some days I might cry

and yeah... some days I might feel like giving up

and yeah... some days I might cry

but then I might remember

that nothing lasts forever

and these things have a way of working out



Learning lessons of pain

learning lessons of joy

dancing in the rain as if it were the sun

learning secrets of God

learning secrets of Life

and learning what it means to say "I'm sorry"



and yeah... some days I might cry

and yeah... some days I might feel like giving up

and yeah... some days I might cry

but then I might remember

that nothing lasts forever

and these things have a way of working out