warm light burns from the lamp on my shelf awake to write meanwhile the world destroys itself and myself now longs to see the place at the end of the day at the end of the day at the end of the day at the end of the day my friend attacked and torn and left bare the son of man is coming home and he ll repair repair all the damage and the pain at the end of the day at the end of the day at the end of the day at the end of the day river of the water carrying life split the trees budding leaves will grow ending all strife bringing peace at the end of the day at the end of the day at the end of the day at the end of the day