Though, not everyday is a good day
But i awake and awaits as it unfolds
Maybe, just maybe, it might be what i anticipate.
The truth be told, you never can tell who will come your way
May be that evil witch, but remember!
That evil witch was once an innocent child
A promising child, full of love and peace
Suddenly, just as this day breaks forth, so did her darkness
A once charming being now spreading the darkness that consumed it.
But deeply wishing to be set free, for the darkness to cease
And when i come across such being, all i see, is a once charming soul who anticipated a new day.