He wakes up, the day begins, But the joy is lost in winds Between papers and deadlines, he sees himself in twi-light lines Life rushes by in a blur, he feels so empty, as it were Memories of days gone by, when worries were small and hopes were high
But deep inside, a light still burns A spark of hope that never turns He dreams of times so light and clear, without the pressure and the fear
His wife smiles with gentle grace, but he sees only what he misplaced The work consumes his every hour, Leaves behind a heart so dour He often wonders what he missed, dreams of yore he once kissed His hair turns gray, his eyes grow dim, inside himself, no peace within
But deep inside, a light still burns, a spark of hope that never turns he dreams of times so light and clear,
Without the pressure and the fear
One day he stops and takes a breath, realizes he's close to death not in body, but in mind, he longs to leave the past behind He vows to change, to find his way, to cherish each and every day And as he steps towards the light, he knows that he will be alright
But deep inside, a light still burns, a spark of hope that never turns. he dreams of times so light and clear,
Without the pressure and the fear