We wake to clocks that steal the night,
chasing dreams with borrowed light.
A thousand voices fill our day,
but none can tell us what to say.

We wear our smiles, stitched with grace,
while silent storms still find their place.
The past is heavy, love is brief,
time a thief, and hope a leaf.

We build, we break, we lose, we find,
we fight for peace within our mind.
Through every scar, through every sorrow,
we still hold on,to one more tomorrow.