A day, a day of difference
A day is a gift to us
Scars remind us the past is real
The warmest touch can numb your skin
A day, a day of difference

"Life as it is?
I've lived for over forty years,
And I've seen life as it is!
Pain Misery Cruelty beyond belief!
I've heard all the voices Of God's noblest creature: moans from bundles of Filth in the streets!
I've been a soldier and a slave
I've seen my Comrades fall in battle or die more slowly under The lash in Africa
I've held them at the last Moment
These were men who saw life as it is,
But they died despairing!
No glory; no brave Last words
Only their eyes filled with Confusion, questioning 'Why? '"

A day, a day of difference
A day is a gift to us
A day, a day of difference

If we can learn to understand
This language without words
We can learn to understand, a better world

"I do not think they were asking why they were Dying, but why they had ever lived!
Life itself seems lunatic!
Who knows where the Madness lies? Perhaps to be too practical is Madness!
To surrender dreams; this is surely Madness Too much sanity may be madness
But maddest of all: to see life as it is, and Not as it should be!"

A day, a day of difference
A day is a gift to us
Scars remind us of the past
The warmest touch will always last