• "Rushing through the crowd,
    all a flash before your eyes.
    Too fast for smiles and
    for polite goodbyes.

    Though you said
    you gave up runnin' so long ago,
    and yet here you are running
    to meet tomorrow
    before you've met today.

    What happened to yesterday?
    What happened to today?
    To make you cry inside,
    get up and runaway?

    I hope she has found someplace warm,
    has found a place to stay,
    my poor little girl, the sweet, sad runaway.

    The wind just blows
    the shadows away
    as you pray
    to meet another day,

    unable to stop hoping for a day
    that will make you smile,
    one that seems to be worth
    all the pain you experience all the while.

    Watch the candle
    burn in front of the cross,
    for each time prayer made no difference,
    with each fire burning from loss.
    Gone is the light of day.

    What happened to yesterday?
    What happened to today?
    To make you cry inside,
    get up and runaway?

    Find your sanctuary in dreams stranger than fiction
    and believe those lies with conviction
    so you might just live to see the next reason to remember..."