Some days we love
Some days we lose
but tomorrow
the birds sing
to greet the rising sun.
We leave eachother’s life
and on the first day of being apart
and for each day thereafter
the birds will sing
and greet the rising sun.
And when my life is lived
all my hopes and dreams
failures and success
are nothing but trifles
in the vast unknown
past the worry once invested
and spent on each and every one.
I will be carried slowly to my grave
and the birds will sing
to greet the rising sun.
