sun comes up...wednesday morning

no matter how dark the night
it passes
no matter how real the fright
it passes
no matter how deep the pain
it passes
no matter how dark the stain
it passes

concrete covers clay
children remain at play
aprils discovers may
you only have today

still
i move
from then till now
never knowing how

so many words are left unsaid
so many living are really dead
sunset fills hearts with dred
bodies cut till they bled

tuesday finds rain and mourning
hidden acts from others scorning
failing to heed closed box warning
sun comes up wednesday morning