Some days the sun shines brighter;
Other days it shines a little lighter.
Some days the clouds will cry storms;
Other days they are nowhere to be seen.
Some day’s people are more talkative;
Other days there isn’t a word to be heard.
Some days you here laughter of pure joy;
Other days you just hear the silence from depression.
Some days you hear birds chirping outside;
Other days you just hear their distant whistle.
Some evenings you can hear cars pass by on the empty road;
Other evenings you just hear a distant roar of a motorcycle and nothing more.
Some evenings by the beach you’ll hear crashing waves upon the rocks;
Other evenings, even days, you barely hear the rumble of the ocean,
Some days you’ll hear the sobbing of the broken-hearted;
Other days you’ll see them smiling like nothing happened the day before.
Some evenings you’ll hear an owl hoot in the distance, seeking its prey;
Other days you’ll find the carcass of that prey that was hunted.
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 3:15 AM UTC
Some days the sun shines brighter;
Other days it shines a little lighter.
Some days the clouds will cry storms;
Other days they are nowhere to be seen.
Some day’s people are more talkative;
Other days there isn’t a word to be heard.
Some days you here laughter of pure joy;
Other days you just hear the silence from depression.
Some days you hear birds chirping outside;
Other days you just hear their distant whistle.
Some evenings you can hear cars pass by on the empty road;
Other evenings you just hear a distant roar of a motorcycle and nothing more.
Some evenings by the beach you’ll hear crashing waves upon the rocks;
Other evenings, even days, you barely hear the rumble of the ocean,
Some days you’ll hear the sobbing of the broken-hearted;
Other days you’ll see them smiling like nothing happened the day before.
Some evenings you’ll hear an owl hoot in the distance, seeking its prey;
Other days you’ll find the carcass of that prey that was hunted.
