© 2002 by Myron Schreck
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THE WAY IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE © 2002 by Myron Schreck
Cold grey sky. Rocks in the River. White water washing over the banks. Summer’s gone. Winter is coming. Ain’t nothin’s gonna stop this change.
Light fades as shadows fall. And silent branches dance in the wind. The mighty oak must shed its leaves. That’s just the way it’s supposed to be.
Another day, cold as the ocean. Lonely and broken. So austere. A pain this deep cries to be spoken. Still no one will admit their fears.
Doors close as teardrops fall. The fire’s cold. The passion’s gone. A love this lost must be set free. That’s just the way it’s supposed to be.
Myrrh ~ Songs by Myron Schreck 