Of all the things that we let get in our way,

That shield us from everything,

And everyone else,

We choose that kind of day to day.

 

The fear that guides us,

The anger which hides us,

The hatred that controls us,

And the sadness which weakens us.

 

All together comprising our being,

Of losing each day and each night,

To them,

Where they win.

 

However, of all the things to show our true selves in a certain kind of way,

That expose us to everything,

And everyone else,

We also choose that kind of day to day.

 

The bravery that leads us,

The laughter which makes us,

The love that blinds us,

And the happiness which strengthens us.

 

All together comprising our being,

Of gaining each day and each night,

To them,

Where we win.

 

These are the kind of days,

Which turn to months,

Which turn to years,

All in which they continue to follow me.