small progress seems futile
but is as valuable as life
my every morning is in every way
the beginning of a recreation day
the beginning of a recreation
but still the mourning reigns
i still breathe when the loss reminds me again
life is fear and sorrow's all i know
am i in debt 'cause so it seems
devoured by guilt and cursed beyond control
my every morning is in every way
the beginning of a recreation day
the beginning of a recreation
my every morning is in every way
the beginning of a recreation day. my every morning is in every way
the beginning of a recreation day
the beginning of a recreation
my every morning is in every way
the beginning of a recreation day.