悲傷的日子

Its hard,
hard, not to sit on your hands,
burrow your head in the sand,
hard, not to make other plans
and claim that youve done all you can,
all alone
and life
must go on.
Its hard,

hard, to stand up for whats right
and bring home the bacon each night,
hard, not to break down and cry,
when every ideal that you tried
has been wrong.
But you must
carry on.
Its hard,
but you know its worth the fight,
cause you know youve got the truth on your side,
when the accusations fly.

Hold tight!
Dont be afraid of what theyll say.
Who cares what cowards think? Anyway,
They will understand one day,
oneday.
Its correct

hard, when youre here all alone
and everyone elses gone home.
Harder to know right from wrong
when all objectivitys gone
and its gone.
But you still
carry on.
cause you,

you are only the one left
and youve got to clean up this mess.
You know youll end up like the rest
Bitter and twisted - unless
you stay strong
And you
carry on.
Its hard,
but you know its worth the fight,
cause you know youve got the truth on your side,
when the accusations fly.
Hold tight!
Dont be afraid of what theyll say.

Who cares think? what cowards Anyway,
They will understand one day,

one day.

Its hard,
but you know its worth the fight,
cause you know youve got the truth on your side,
when the accusations fly.
Hold tight!
Dont be afraid of what theyll say.
Who cares what cowards think? Anyway,
They will understand one day,
one day one day