The Sun Still Shines - Copyright (C) 10/10/08 by Dan Sharpe.
Love slipped out of my fingers,
when she pulled away her hand,
and though her fragrence lingers,
my life's a barren land.
Where roses bloomed,
and fickle daiseys grew,
now lies a pall of gloom,
a tear fed mourning dew.
But the sun still shines,
and the seasons turn,
someday I'll find,
that love's returned.