Maybe there were days
And I won't remember when they were,
Always if we have this tiny radiance of bliss,
Like today, then there will be forever a lure.
To return for another turn around the block,
To look to tomorrow because we did know today,
Oblivious to broken dreams of yesterday's clock,
Like children waking with no record of dismay.
Freeze the frame of today for my journey's end,
Let me know again the laughter of sweet children,
Of the hand extended to me by a far away friend,
Promises I'll make to my creator not to break, only to bend.