The sun is setting and I am weary. The night is setting in and it is becoming cooler. I am not sure how long I can hold out, I can only kneel and pray. I cannot predict tomorrow, I can only hope for one more day. Perhaps something new will come to pass and things will really change. I will know until the sun comes up so I must hope for one more day. I lay silently looking at the shadows being cast by the street lights outside. I feel restless, but still I am hoping for a better way. Perhaps tomorrow I will receive my miracle, perhaps if I have just one more day.