Feels like sunday

I know I'm always on time
But today it feels like Sunday
Though it could be Monday
They call it Tuesday
I know my schedule's fine
And I keep appointments in a diary
At night I go to sleep with the moon
Oh I'm so unsatisfied today
I'm keeping up with the daily news
And I'm suffering in silence
With kids in war torn society
How do they process violence?
I saw a leaf fall softly
To the soft brown earth
And maybe if I could strive…
I always thought I knew myself
But why do I doubt my majesty?
Why do I drown in vanity?
And yield to this insanity
I met a man in solitary
Who spent his life in silence
As he grew up quietly
He found love in his confinement
His father was a humble man
Who kept pennies in a bottle
When his father died one day
He looked but couldn't find them
I saw a leaf fall softly
To the soft brown earth
And maybe if I could strive…
I saw a leaf fall softly
To the soft brown earth
And maybe if I could strive…