A brighter day will come,
A brighter day will be.
It is not now for most,
It is not now for me.

My time has come,
My mood has gone sour.
It won’t be long though,
For cometh the next hour.

As time passes by,
One realizes there is no reason.
But reason or no,
There will be a new season.

The next day comes,
A bright sun above.
The same sun in science,
A new sun in love.

A fresh catalyst appears.
Motivated and peppy,
This will be all of us,
Grinning, laughing, and happy.

– Joseph Raymond 2014

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