The day is fading, smouldering slow,

The day is fading, smouldering slow, Like a cigarette tossed in the glow. The grey world won’t light up, won’t show its face, While the planet just turns in its endless race. Euphoria’s their god, their shining star, Each with their own greeting, their private war. Oh, Lord, give us strength, don’t let us fall, To stay human through it all. So when someone calls out, in need and in pain, We’ll be there to help them up again. We’ll reach out a hand, keep the bridges intact, Not burn what we’ve built, not turn back. We take the hit more and more each day, This isn’t a dream — it’s the real, hard way. Tough times drift by, numb and half-asleep, We crave a new story, a sweeter beat. Chorus: It’s hard, it’s painful, the weight we bear, But we’ve got the strength, we’ve still got care. Bitter one moment, sweet the next, you see, Like the poles of the earth, pulling us free. There’s something broken, something unsteady, Swinging from plus to minus, wild and heady. They chase their profits, blind to what’s near, Forgetting the ones they once held dear. A ship reached the pier and stole your years away, And now there’s no getting them back, I say. Only sorrow remains, a cold, quiet trace, Choosing the wrong road, you’re tangled in hate. Resentment chokes tight, and the loss feels so deep, You’re left with regret, while the moments just seep. Ships sail far out, past the clouds and the sky, Out there in the distance, they take years by. Not sweet, not bitter — just caught in between, Like the poles of the earth, in their restless dream. From plus to minus, again and again, Caught in the swing of it all, my friend.