I feel the summer breeze
blow softly on my cheeck
Drying up my tears that shows I too am weak
We all face pain and promise each and every day
Not sure if it's the right decision
Let the cards fall where they may
At night we lay down and try to rest our heads
We fear the worst is coming and we will soon be dead
We want to do so much more
And hope to find that one open door
Knowing that we are not done
with our unending chore
Mistakes that we have made are all in the past
We can begin again and hope our lives will last'
Noone wants to be remembered for all that we've done wrong
We try to make amends until our days are gone