Each day

Each day we turn towards the sky
Innocent voice sweet toned and high
Spells out on golden lips, why?

Each day people lonesome and weary
Turn to the sky, face all teary
The world seems somehow dark and bleary.

Each day one falls hard to the ground.
And someone somewhere hears the sound.
Doesn’t bother to look around.

Each day those left stumble ahead
Sleepwalk through life like we are dead.
Our hearts crossed our eyes seeing red.