I can think of younger days when living for my life.
Was everything a man could want to do.
I could never see to morrow.
But I was never told about the sorrow.
I can still feel the breeze that rustles through the tree
And misty menories of days gone by.
We could never see to morrow.
But no one said a word about the sorrow.
And ...How can you mend a broken heart.
How can you stop the rain from falling down ?
How can you stop the sun from shining?
What makes the world go round ?
How can you mend this broken man?
How can a loser ever win?
Please help me mend my broken heart.
And let me live again.
