Every poor avenue
Dreams of night lights
Every tree ever grown
Stretches for heights
Every cloud in the sky
Gathers for a spear of sun
Every man wakes up
For what needs to be done
I hope they have
A good day
Every string and every key
Is waiting to be played
Every god told in the books
Cries to be praised
Every box in the attic
Whispers a dusty secret
Every summer dress
Sighs to leave the closet
I hope they have
A good day
Every word ever spoken
Is meant to be understood
Every memory there is
Longs for another childhood
Every piece of paper
Is looking for a thought
Every smile ever curved
Wants to be caught
I hope they have
A good day