During the day, I crawl beneath the struggle of living

I roar to hide my suffering, to show my hard work through hate and pain

Hoping one day my day will bleed with a victory.

I feign a smile, this keeps me going

A trumpet plays, this I think, victory is one thing I've never tasted

Losing to time makes me feel shaken.

As I struggle, regrets began to disappear

Hope and faith had to reappear

Change has to be a phenomenon before sundown.