the morning comes and mornings fade away into the eve of what's to be   and breathing in the life   that's breathed from out the maker of the day   we see...the marred intentions all around us fall...   to pools of wings that never fly   so as we promise to redeem the lazing losses of the day...   we only pray that this time we'll see it turn around...we'll see it turn around   this time...dreams we'll realize   and who was i to walk away from you   and who were you to wonder why   for i could place a million faces on the shoulders of my pain...   and i do   but time continues on the broken road...   and treasures wait for those who find   among the thistles grow the promises unending souls desire...   and thoughts that maybe this time...   we'll see it turn around...we'll see it turn around   this time...dreams we'll realize   dark memories surrounding...will offer only fruits of darkness   into this daze we're thrown...but not to drown    this time we'll see it turn around...we'll see it turn around   this time dreams we'll realize