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?