Day by Day

Every day I work, every day I play 

Every day I see something new, and I visit old graves 

Everyday fall and scrape my knees 

But I always get up because I see that mistakes aren't all that is me 

Everyday water runs from a green and leaky faucet

And I try to think of my dreams like a prophet 

Every day Some will fall by the wayside 

In the end, did they even try?

But here hope abide, where death holds his scythe

Everyday the music plays pounding and strong 

But some still fall, O where did I go wrong 

Every day I walk alone, everyone only wants me when I've gone 

I have no master and dance to my chime 

For I am time

Author's Note

Boooop