Summer Day's End

Summer day,

Beautiful and warm,

So much going on,

Hope will fill you with despair,

People driving around town in their fancy cars,

Riding in regret,

They think they've outrun their problems,

Running for more than a few hours,

But they're just strengthening the blow,

When that car stops the trouble won't be ours,

Men in the fields,

Bleeding at the hands,

Working for almost free,

Trying to feed family and friends,

Killing themselves to save a dime for the day that they meet me,

All of their efforts will be wasted when that summer day ends,

Some on the porch smoking,

Thinking about how they want to live out their moment's in glee, 

Trying to stay joyful by any means,

Trying to stay with the trends,

It won't matter,

Cause once again they will all meet me,

When their summer day ends,

Women doing laundry, 

Hoping to ignore suppressed scars,

They try not to think of how they are beat,

I feel sorry for them,

Most have no way out,

I want them to be free,

So some I let come with me,

My love I send,

But all this comes to,

A summer's day's end,