A day in time is little
Meaning nothing save the daylight
In the hours before the sunset
Ushers in the black of night;
The noise between the shadows
Of beginning and of ending,
Of the silence of the starlight
From day to day transcending.
Is this your day? Is this your day?
Is this your day? Is this your day?
And yet a day can follow
That can change with every hour
Your pattern of existing thought;
The sun will change the flower.
The flower will grow from nothing
And its perfume fill your senses.
Another morning lights the day,
Another life commences.
Is this your day? Is this your day?
Is this your day? Is this your day?
Another life to lead the path
Where other beings follow
The footsteps of a chosen friend
Which lead to their tomorrow.
Another life to hold you tight
Within the web it's weaving.
The feeling that, despite yourself,
You're sad that you are leaving.
Is this your day? Is this your day?
Is this your day? Is this your day?