Try

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