Every Passing Day
SEXSMITH
And up above me its the same old sky
Be it blue or be it grey
And more do I wonder
What goes on behind
Every passing day
The voice of reason is seldom heard
But fear and ignorance have their say
I need more than ever
To hear a kind word
With every passing day
Every passing day
But the more I see
The more I feel
The more I need
To know for sure what is real
Every passing day
And the more I see
The more I feel
The more I need
To know for sure what is real
What is real?
And from the pavement flowers grow
From the shadows children play
I'm feeling stronger
In my heart I know
With every passing day,
Every passing day