Life has become so dreary and mundane,
Every face I see is expecting a Sunday.
And here I am wishing for a Monday,
To become one of those faces, expecting a Sunday.
I have always marvelled at the unexpected life,
But never imagined all that strife.
May be its all part of it or maybe its destiny,
No matter how hard it gets, I know somewhere there's a silver lining.
Every face I see is expecting a Sunday.
And here I am wishing for a Monday,
To become one of those faces, expecting a Sunday.
I have always marvelled at the unexpected life,
But never imagined all that strife.
May be its all part of it or maybe its destiny,
No matter how hard it gets, I know somewhere there's a silver lining.
