These days are shorter
Yet nights are longer
Time is a storm in which we’re lost
Either we run the days
Or the days will run us
Our time is a coin that we all toss
We may delay, but time will not
As the week ends
New bridge we’ll cross
Our sweetest hours
Will fly the fastest
Waiting to cross we do the worst
So, run to the weekend
Just let this week end
Let’s refuel our souls to exhaust
We’ll strengthen the weakened
Our smiles will be sweetened
Free days pay back the week’s cost
It may feel like
The days and the weeks blend
Time brings mistakes to the past
We are freed and
There’s no demand
Another week’s flown over us
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