A day, a day of difference
A day is a gift to us
Scars remind us the past is real
The warmest touch can numb your skin
A day, a day of difference
Life as it is
I have lived for over forty years
And I've seen life as it is
Pain, misery, cruelty beyond belief
I've heard all the voices of God's noblest creature
Moans from bundles of filth in the streets
I've been a soldier and a slave
I've seen my comrades fall in battle
Or die more slowly under the lash in Africa
I've held them at the last moment
These were men who saw life as it is
But they died despairing
No glory, no brave last words
Only their eyes, filled with confusion, questioning why
A day, a day of difference
A day is a gift to us
A day, a day of difference
If we can learn to understand this language without words
We can learn to understand a better world
I do not think they were asking why they were dying
But why they had ever lived
Life itself seems lunatic
Who knows where madness lies?
Perhaps to be too practical is madness
To surrender dreams, this may be madness
To seek treasure where there is only trash
Too much sanity may be madness
And maddest of all
To see life as it is and not as it should be
A day, a day of difference
A day is a gift to us
Scars remind us of the past
The warmest touch will always last
