It gets sad at night
A depression I can’t fight
I’m filled with joy and glee
But when the sun sets, sorrow owns me
It gets sad at night, the Sun is kind
Perhaps there’s too much on my mind
Charles Barjon II © All Rights Reserved
It gets sad at night
A depression I can’t fight
I’m filled with joy and glee
But when the sun sets, sorrow owns me
It gets sad at night, the Sun is kind
Perhaps there’s too much on my mind