"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
- AZLyrics
- K
- Kiki Dee Lyrics
album:
"Stay With Me" (1979)
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