" I believe in the rest of the story
I believe there's still ink in the pen
I have wasted my very last day
Trying to change what happened way back when
I believe it's the human condition
We all need to have answers to why
More then ever I'm ready to say that
I will still sleep peacefully
With answers out of reach from me
Until someday all that's crazy
All that's unexplained will fall into place
And someday all that's hazy
Through a clouded glass will be clear at last
And sometimes we're just waiting for
Someday
We are born with a lingering hunger
We are born to be unsatisfied
We are strangers who can't help but wonder
And dream about the other side
Every puzzle's missing piece
Every unsolved mystery
More then hald of every whole
Rests in the hand that hold you for someday
Someday all that's crazy
All that's unexplained will fall into place
And someday all that's hazy
Through a clouded glass will be clear at last
And sometimes we're just waiting for
Someday
(Someday by Nichole Nordeman)
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Someday
Posted by Becca at 3:19 PM
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