From dusk to dusk we wait in vain,
While searching for our thoughts.
Til sunset comes, we’ll waste our time
And then massage our knots.
While we’re tied up in daily speak,
Our goals become our flags.
We’ll wave them high and proud above,
But failure’s such a drag.
So down they go, our signs of pride,
Just like our Sun at night.
And twilight’s hope comes in the morn,
When dawning breaks first light.
But unlike time, which knows no end,
Our hopes and dreams can fail.
And unlike Sun, who sleeps and wakes,
We’ll rise, to no avail.