The sky turned silver this year
A lone proof of existence
A life worth remembering
A day that changes everything
It's like a paper thin balance
of dreams and of past
how long will it last?
A long journey to the peak
but what's there that we seek?
Mornings are great, they say,
All that's left is to pray
pray that this day will be good
pray that this life will be better
As the events unfold
I'll sit quietly and look up,
hold an imaginary candle and blow it up
and hum my self an awfully familiar tune..