the morning comes and mornings fade away into the eve of what's to be

and breathing in the life

that's breathed from out the maker of the day

we see...the marred intentions all around us fall...

to pools of wings that never fly

so as we promise to redeem the lazing losses of the day...

we only pray that this time we'll see it turn around...we'll see it turn around

this time...dreams we'll realize

and who was i to walk away from you

and who were you to wonder why

for i could place a million faces on the shoulders of my pain...

and i do

but time continues on the broken road...

and treasures wait for those who find

among the thistles grow the promises unending souls desire...

and thoughts that maybe this time...

we'll see it turn around...we'll see it turn around

this time...dreams we'll realize

dark memories surrounding...will offer only fruits of darkness

into this daze we're thrown...but not to drown

this time we'll see it turn around...we'll see it turn around

this time dreams we'll realize