For the Broken


When the sun goes down on your beautiful world
and everything turns to black
And you can't see your hand in front of your face
and you wish that the clock could turn back
Just know that in time the sun will shine
and lift up the face that you hid
And the beauty you thought would never return
will mean more than it ever did

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