Here Comes Sunrise

Here Comes Sunrise

On this ninth day of January 1999, I wait for the sun.
Days are so short now, and it seems night is never done.
This short, short day will come and go, like all the rest.
How many January ninths have I seen in my life? This one to be the best.

This - to be the best one yet, for this is a new one,
And each new one is what I'm given by our sun.
A new one to play its stay and then fade into all my yesterdays.
But this, like all the others of the past, I greet with joy and praise.

I will attempt to utilize it in practical ways and not waste it away
So my stay this day may prove its worth. For this I pray.
No day can we ever relive again. Each moment is its own,
Never to return again, except in memory, once it's gone.