The days all mix together,
With dreams of days past.
My smiles and my tears,
My hopes and my fears.
What worth is left,
in life these days?
An emptiness that leaves,
Me empty and alone.
A new day dawns,
Bright and promising.
Should I hope,
For better things?
When everything is dark,
Any light seems brighter.
Is it a false dawn,
Or the thing for which,
I dare not hope?