I've resolved to hold out hope Some offering resilient Passed down, an heirloom From day to day to day Through this damning night courier I sell this trinket for a pittance of sleep Please, just ten more minutes of pittance And so hopelessly I'm found Face first in down, safe swaddled dreams Abound to excavate another vein And so hopefully I'm found Panning for dreams for passing tomorrow
Wishing that the sun would rise reminds us that it will.