Monday, July 4

Times are hard when things have got no meaning,
I've found a key upon the floor.
Maybe you and I will not believe in the things we find Behind the door
So what's the matter with you?
Sing me something new...don't you know?
The cold and wind and rain don't know..
They only seem to come and go away..
Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be .....