As the long day ends, I stand and take stock.
Of wounds old and new, shallow and deep, While the weary mind looks for sleep.
Of friends far and near, of loves lost and found.
Of hearts that beat to my name, of songs that have no sound.
As the long day ends, I stand and take stock
Of the pains I caused, and the joys I spread.
Of the souls I nurtured or the untruths I said.
Of the truths that hurt and the truths that didn’t.
Of who I wasn’t and who I became.