One More Day And One More Night
As I lay my head to rest, it was sleep I didn't get,
My mind was buzzing with thoughts I wish I could forget.
I wondered how brave it must be for a flower to smile each day,
Even when its days are numbered, it may even die today.
It gets up still, regardless of the changing weather,
Sun, rain, hail and snow, it stands tall despite whatever.
Even at nights when there's no light to guide,
Does its spirit wane? I wonder,
But for each new day I see it rise, I guess I have my answer.
Petals are seen as beauty, good looks and glamour,
But the more I think, the more I believe that that's their battle armor.
As my mind finally winds down and I say my goodnight,
I can only dream to be as brave as a flower, to survive for One More Day And One More Night.