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.