It's a sad, sad story
And it happens every day
That which grace loses glory
And how the sun can betray
People ride promises in like a storm
Wreck havoc and blow out on a breeze
Never knowing, never giving a damn
About all the damage that they leave
They see a calm and want its destruction
They see some struggle and want it worse
Everyone else is pushed to rock bottom
They only worry 'bout being first
It's a sad, sad story
And it happens every day
That which grace loses glory
And how the sun can betray
- Some - gorgeous, drop dead girls, snag a taker
Their guys later complain, there's no care
Femme, bat lash eyes rove out a wandering
Searching out, new lover to ensnare
- Some - bad boys will charm but are unstable
Bad is the word a girl might forget
His hand can turn from tender to heavy
Her wishes trade for bruise and regret
Such bright shining things draw a hopeful heart
Be sure in what it is and what it seems
Love is a fragile gift that when broken
Can be lost and its Soul never redeems
It's a sad, sad story
And it happens every day
That which grace loses glory
And how the sun can betray
© Kay Irvin
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