<Originally written on February 18, 2007>
On the break of dawn, the people they resurrect
On the break of dawn, the people they resurrect
Waking from dreams and nightmares,
to live a day which shall end tomorrow
A mother she prepares a lunchbox, and waves goodbye
to the workingman who sits in his worn-out Volvo,
buckling the seat belt of his school bound child.
They ride on, the morning sun glaring off the dashboard,
the radio it speaks of a broken home.
The father he puts the volume high.
The child he asks, "Dad what is a broken home?"
The father he replies, "Son your school is here,
I shall tell you when you get back home.
At the toll of noon, the people they rejuvenate
Waking from dreams and nightmares,
To live out the story of the day
The mother she calls a friend, "My husband can't put
food on the table no more, I'm thinking of leaving him".
An employee is called in the bosses office,
"Your Performance has dropped;
we're laying you off because we feel that you're troubled at home."
The employee he walks out, angry and disillusioned
He screeches his car off in frustration to speeds at which
One shouldn't be. In the midst a passerby, he remarks
"People who abuse life like that, don't deserve to live"
At the nadir of the sun, people they discriminate
Waking from dreams and nightmares,
to fade with the remainder of the dying day.
The Wife she rushes to the hospital, where the doctor
mournfully says "I'm sorry we tried our best but your
Husband, the passerby didn't make it. The car which hit him, did him for good.
He was a brave man, May God grant him peace."
The mother she wept her way back home. Devastated, not knowing how to break the news to her only son. The student, back at home revising the lesson he learned at school today from a man named Shakespeare, who says - "All the world's a stage…"
In the silent hours of the night, the people they contemplate.
Waking from dreams and nightmares,
They ponder at the purpose of this life.
to live a day which shall end tomorrow
A mother she prepares a lunchbox, and waves goodbye
to the workingman who sits in his worn-out Volvo,
buckling the seat belt of his school bound child.
They ride on, the morning sun glaring off the dashboard,
the radio it speaks of a broken home.
The father he puts the volume high.
The child he asks, "Dad what is a broken home?"
The father he replies, "Son your school is here,
I shall tell you when you get back home.
At the toll of noon, the people they rejuvenate
Waking from dreams and nightmares,
To live out the story of the day
The mother she calls a friend, "My husband can't put
food on the table no more, I'm thinking of leaving him".
An employee is called in the bosses office,
"Your Performance has dropped;
we're laying you off because we feel that you're troubled at home."
The employee he walks out, angry and disillusioned
He screeches his car off in frustration to speeds at which
One shouldn't be. In the midst a passerby, he remarks
"People who abuse life like that, don't deserve to live"
At the nadir of the sun, people they discriminate
Waking from dreams and nightmares,
to fade with the remainder of the dying day.
The Wife she rushes to the hospital, where the doctor
mournfully says "I'm sorry we tried our best but your
Husband, the passerby didn't make it. The car which hit him, did him for good.
He was a brave man, May God grant him peace."
The mother she wept her way back home. Devastated, not knowing how to break the news to her only son. The student, back at home revising the lesson he learned at school today from a man named Shakespeare, who says - "All the world's a stage…"
In the silent hours of the night, the people they contemplate.
Waking from dreams and nightmares,
They ponder at the purpose of this life.
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