Though one day, there’s an “after”,
At least I know for now
That love is built of laughter,
And we’ll get through, somehow.
Though life is rife with sorrow,
And platitudes, and noise,
It really is in simple things
We find our greatest joys.
Though one day, there’s an “after”,
At least I know for now
That love is built of laughter,
And we’ll get through, somehow.
Though life is rife with sorrow,
And platitudes, and noise,
It really is in simple things
We find our greatest joys.