There is this day,
in a land far, far away.

Days of work and sleep and wake, and again,
impossible goals, and yet, some how, a win.

There is this home,
in a place- so, so far away.

Days of work and sleep and wake and again-

A mate and children, all up and about,
while you are still and forever, out.

Making light from light,
even in the darkest of night.

There is light, and life, and those do play,
while others work and sleep and wake, today.

A single heart beats, still strong enough,
while long and again a soul still sleeps-

There is this day-