"Dark Side Of Your Soul" lyrics

"Dark Side Of Your Soul"

A bird flew by
Sang a melody that made me cry
Turned to dry my eyes
He flew away
Tried to hide
Everybody needs to be alone
Gotta get to know
The dark side of their soul

Ain't it strange
Morning wakes you to find something strange
In a stranger's shoes
Nothing seems to fit
All my friends
They seem to handle everything so well
You can't even tell
They have a dark side to their soul

You'll never know
That you are strong
Till something makes you fight
If you never know the darker side
You'll never see the light
Of your soul

Ain't it strange
Some people never see the light come through
If it's there for you
Don't let it hide
It will wait for you
Any morning make your dreams come true
Don't you be afraid
To know the dark side of your soul

You'll never know
That you are strong
Till something makes you fight
If you never know the darker side
You'll never see the light
Of your soul

Little bird flew by
Made me cry


Writer(s): Pauline Matthews, Zane Buzby, David Lasley
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