There will always be days of hope’s all lost
When meaning eludes the morning brew
And the cuckoos signals a not so distant woe
Try to remember that hopes do renew
And mornings start anew
There will always be days of scorching sun burning your soles
When you feel your sweat leaves you empty and blue
And the wind just blow away from you
Try to remember that sun breathes fire its rays give life
To fill the empty and restore the light
There will always be nights of sleep not welcoming
When the loneliness begin and worries pop in
And the night goes endless, wondering for the morning bright
Try to remember for night says goodbye sooner
And morning comes with all of summer
