She lives the day and brings remorse.
She lives the day so sad.
She lives the day on a blinded course.
Using all the day had.
Trough the path of life, I know her choice.
Hope comes quickly to her way.
From the heart of her soul, to the tip of her voice.
She lives along each day.
I see the shadows touch her face.
And changing all the while.
She lives the day, in full embrace.
And tells me I should smile.
Through the shadows, I hear her cry.
As I hear her pray.
All her life, is all alive.
I should smile more each day.

Copyright 2001 Joseph Michael Egan