When you wake and cannot remember the last day,
You sit and think was I good and caring in everyway,
Did I speak the right things and do what I need.
Did I open the day with my arms at my feet
Or wake with my head held high toward the sky,
Never can you know what you done just always look toward the sun,
No one knows how it feels no way to explain the way I feel,
Just try to move on day by day working toward another day,
Hoping the past will stay in my memories one more day
Mike Wilkerson
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