It’s like tossing loveinto a ravine--You labor every daybut there’s no chanceof filling it up.
Some days, your sentimentsecho back to you,depending on the vagariesof the wind.So you just keep pitching.
It’s like tossing loveinto a ravine--You labor every daybut there’s no chanceof filling it up.
Some days, your sentimentsecho back to you,depending on the vagariesof the wind.So you just keep pitching.