Sometimes in these jostling days
You feel so empty and numb
Where you just want to crawl and daze
You feel so faded, sunk.
Wishing for something
You are not even sure it exists.
Maybe tomorrow the storm will pass by
And the sun will smile
Or maybe it’ll be another stormy day.
But you will return home
Maybe not today
But tomorrow the sun will save your shine
for when it’s your time to beam.