Forsaken,
destined to sink and slide down the hill,
swallowed pride,
waking to find,
another day.

A simple buzzcut,
knock on her door,
she adores you,
for a whisper.

Bearing sunlight,
sunrise,
dawning of that age,
beginning anew,
and fading eventually, unknown. 

Another day,
everybody could sing it their way,
seeing that, the day,
is nothing but a brick in your way,
so stay,
stay now,
be here,
come far,
go places,
tons of faces,
which we all embrace,
of the embers.

And that hand was forced,
as you know,
inside dark and frightening feelings,
something remains,
just another day.