Once Again Soft

9 o'clock, on Sunday alone.
no-one to call and no one to phone.
the walls are all silent.
there's no one to say.
good morning, good evening, or have a good day.

once again soft
the year passes by.
once again soft
and once again why

is it fate to be only
the one who's awake.
regret and sanity.
a journey we take.

to get to the end.

on a cold winters night.
blow out the candle.
to sit in the light.
that nothings changed.

Once again soft.
and dry.