Hard days, harsh days,
Filled with desires, the moments of toil,
Of digging in my heart, of digging to find gold,
Of forgiving it all, of loving without fail.
Searing tears, yet deeper pain,
Days of solitude, days of thoughts,
Of touching it all, of healing it all,
Of letting myself free, just to find myself again.
The toil is harder as those days are ending,
Love is gonna spread and i am gonna fly.
One more time, just one more time,
Life is looking up and finding you again.