and the morning comes
4 years, 365 days, 31 30 28 days, 60 secs, 1 min.
Everything comes back round the bend,
everything will return in a full circle.
The sun will still shine tomorrow,
the moon will still hide in the day.
The crows will do their daily banter,
the worm into a butterfly.
Daily troubles will continue to plague us,
each of us will still have to fight our battles.
Some of us falter, some of us cry.
some of us remain, with our heads held up high.
Don’t let life’s little woes get your heart heavy,
don’t drag your feet although you’re weary.
Don’t lose yourself to money in the blink of an eye,
Don’t lose yourself to the people around you,
Don’t lose yourself.
For everything will still end up coming back,
and life will still go on.
Begin your day like its your first
work and have fun like its your last
and somehow, somehow life will unfold herself,
until we breathe our last.
4 years, 365 days, 31 30 28 days, 60 secs, 1 min.
This is a shout out to all those facing some kind of problem today. and yes… im typing this from my lab. =)
