let it be known that tomorrow is another day 
that each breath we have is given, not earned 
that, when we smile, a weight can 
lift off of our weary shoulders 
and we do not have to walk with our 
heads hung in shame 
let it be known that regret is a state of mind 
what we do 
what we say 
the things that missed the escape 
these all form who we are and, 
of greater importance, 
who we will be in the end 
find the time to reach out to the sinking moon 
and, in progressing hours, the rising sun 
embrace it with open arms and a sigh of strengh 
let yesterday's sorrows weep no more 
look back on the old times with happiness 
come back when you've been gone too long 
fix what is broken now - mend what is torn 
before you fly away, little bird 
know that you are in my prayers 
that you remain daily in my thoughts 
that you come to mind every waking and sleeping hour 
and that you are not alone