Sunday Mourning کے بول

Sun, rise today, like the sunrise long ago This day, we say goodbye, you are going home Days begin, like grains of sand, falling Through the hourglass, held in God's hand Somewhere the days are all brand new Sunday mourning Hiding from the thought, that someday you'd be gone We may never understand until we meet again above I never thought the tears would fall so easy to the ground Before the day, before the dawn, the pain would be set free Somewhere the days are all brand new Sunday mourning