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A day on Earth goes by so fast

It runs ad runs til it becomes the past

Do we ever take our time

Or spend it as if it were a dime?

Do we ever think of what has been done

And conquer it as if we had won?

Did we accomplish things today

Or did we just sit and waste away?

Did we help in all the ways we could 

Or hide ourselves away under a hood?

Did we live like it was our last day?

Surely we must think of the better way

We never know how long we're here

So leave NO regrets and nor your FEAR.

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