the end of the day

there it comes again
the end of the day
see the red ball floating down
I would like to say
anything

there it comes again
all I learnt today
wont stay
and tomorrows sun wont know
and I ask myself how will I grow

but then it comes again
nothing is certain
not at this time of the day
everybody is hurting
someone is pretending
everybody is depending

there it comes an other night
sometimes I think I might
not feel that guilty if I could share
share all I can find inside and out

passing the border with a smile
there will be no more you and I
she and he and they and us
would be all the same

but there it comes again
the end of my day
it is always day or night
everythings like black or white