If the day seems A longing A wish for the sun to shine A throat to deal with red wine A prayer for God to make This day not be your deadline.
Sighs, Breathings, Or maybe suffocatings Might feel the place
If the day seems A crying The time is running And your toughts are escalating From your inner they are Smearing on your face As they harden your skin And pervade your way.
Whatever the day seems to you It is another day Another battle, Another sad day Remember! Another happy and fun day Remember.