There isn’t a day that goes by,

That my mind doesn’t ask me why.

Why is it that salt water

Always fi ll these hazel colored eyes?

Why is it the heart is always

The fi rst that dies?

How is it that raindrops fall

From the clear blue skies?

Oh, Lord

Won’t you help me make it through

Just-another day

And take away the rain clouds

Standing in my way?

There isn’t a year that rolls by,

That my heart doesn’t feel the pain

Of standing in the cold salt-water rain,

That’s falling from these hazel colored eyes,

Forming dark clouds

To grace the clear blue skies,

Causing my mind to go insane.

Oh, Lord

Won’t you help me see it through

To the coming of your day,

By taking away the teardrops

That kept falling to this day.

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