A bright day
won't cover up the ****** days
you'll only inhale a good wind
  and later on
walk the path you mistook
to bringing you peace.

Oh sheer luck and will has run out dry
the odds of your hands makes you
want to fold
but life isn't that easy
that you only need to say is "I quit"
it takes time
  and the hands of my clock
have been like a broken back
and in every move
the pain