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Without a purpose and withdrawn from love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