Sunday Sketch

On days when I feel low Without a purpose and withdrawn from love Like nothing in the world is whole And all the glory that I bloomed isn't enough I can hold (X4) A beauty in my palms and in my soul Infuse my aching heart with summer's warmth Imagining a brighter day When the sun kisses my eyes awake And I can smell the morning on my love Without a worry on our minds today We make the most of what we have I can hold (X4) A beauty in my palms and in my soul Infuse my aching heart with summer's warmth Imagining a brighter day I can hold (X4) A beauty in my palms and in my soul Infuse my aching heart with summer's warmth Imagining a brighter day