Again, the Day

Dawn turns to morning, early morn turns into day

Still the water flows down the rivers, as if no time has passed away

As the night turns noon, the sun reflects the moon, and the heat of its rays shine down

Still within monotony, you will find consistency, and it's not as bad as it sounds

Still there has to be more than what we see

I am not afraid, but I won't complain even though I feel unsatisfied

I just wish there was time, to address what's on my mind

and the dream that's in my head, of a better life without sacrifice

I'd relinquish my rights for the fantasy

Dear, my boy, Mommy's joy. One day you'll run the land