So there we sat and it was night
And all we wished for was the light.
These are the lessons of life that I’m learning:
Days drag on, they feel long
Then they pass, and it seems so fast.
Progress is a mystery, but we’re making memories.
Laughing, shouting, crying, pouting
What a day it’s been, what will tomorrow bring?
Will tomorrow ever be brought?
Will time ever be caught?
Will my tongue ever be taught?
This is the hour; this is the day.
We will not cower; this is the way.
The joy of the day brings me through the sorrow of the night
And I look to the Day when my robes will be white.
We wished for, we got the light
And we’ve forgotten about the night.
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