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A BRIGHTER, RIGHTER DAY
(T. Beechey)
For hours, she's been standing gazing at the image cast
In her mirror and it's handing back a soul which clearly asks
For a hint of definition, something to signify
A new revised rendition of what she faces eye-to-eye
She traces every line which is lined upon her brow
The hands, once soft and fine, that seem old and brittle now
She has made her decision and aware of the cost
But it's time for a revision regardless of what's lost
But don't call her a quitter
Don't say she isn't tough
I wouldn't call her bitter
But she's truly had enough
She's had all she can take
Now she's gonna have her say
And tomorrow she'll awake
To a brighter, righter day
It started out with promise, her life, then suddenly
The dilemmas and the dramas caught up so gradually
She didn't even realize until she looked one day
In those tired, listless eyes and she couldn't turn away
Their likeness was ingrained, a mental photograph
And the longer it remained, the more it hurt to laugh
She thought about how time had, in its cruel intent
Robbed her of her prime and what her life had meant
But don't call her a quitter
Don't say she isn't tough
I wouldn't call her bitter
But she's truly had enough
She's had all she can take
Now she's gonna have her say
And tomorrow she'll awake
To a brighter, righter day
A smile now slowly etches its way upon her face
And a glimpse of it she catches which allows her to embrace
Her dreams so long forgotten as she opens wide the door
She steps into the sunlight that is hers forevermore
But don't call her a quitter
Don't say she isn't tough
I wouldn't call her bitter
But she's truly had enough
She's had all she can take
Now she's gonna have her say
And tomorrow she'll awake
To a brighter, righter day
For hours, she's been standing gazing at the image cast
In the mirror and demanding for a chance to move on past
But that chance never came until she made her own
Now, when people speak her name, respect is clearly shown
(T. Beechey)
For hours, she's been standing gazing at the image cast
In her mirror and it's handing back a soul which clearly asks
For a hint of definition, something to signify
A new revised rendition of what she faces eye-to-eye
She traces every line which is lined upon her brow
The hands, once soft and fine, that seem old and brittle now
She has made her decision and aware of the cost
But it's time for a revision regardless of what's lost
But don't call her a quitter
Don't say she isn't tough
I wouldn't call her bitter
But she's truly had enough
She's had all she can take
Now she's gonna have her say
And tomorrow she'll awake
To a brighter, righter day
It started out with promise, her life, then suddenly
The dilemmas and the dramas caught up so gradually
She didn't even realize until she looked one day
In those tired, listless eyes and she couldn't turn away
Their likeness was ingrained, a mental photograph
And the longer it remained, the more it hurt to laugh
She thought about how time had, in its cruel intent
Robbed her of her prime and what her life had meant
But don't call her a quitter
Don't say she isn't tough
I wouldn't call her bitter
But she's truly had enough
She's had all she can take
Now she's gonna have her say
And tomorrow she'll awake
To a brighter, righter day
A smile now slowly etches its way upon her face
And a glimpse of it she catches which allows her to embrace
Her dreams so long forgotten as she opens wide the door
She steps into the sunlight that is hers forevermore
But don't call her a quitter
Don't say she isn't tough
I wouldn't call her bitter
But she's truly had enough
She's had all she can take
Now she's gonna have her say
And tomorrow she'll awake
To a brighter, righter day
For hours, she's been standing gazing at the image cast
In the mirror and demanding for a chance to move on past
But that chance never came until she made her own
Now, when people speak her name, respect is clearly shown