At the end of the day

At the end of the day,
you're another day older,
and the shirt on your back
doesn't keep out the chill.
And the righteous hurry past,
they don't hear the little ones crying,
and the winter is coming on fast, ready to kill.
One day nearer to dying.

Nu har jag i alla fall bokat flygbiljetter till London. Och jag SKA boka biljetter till Les Mis. Jag bara måste se den. Så ska jag på the Globe vilket kommer bli AWESOME!!

Do you hear the people sing?
Singing the songs of angry men?
It is the music of a people
who will not be slaves again
When the beating of your heart,
echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start when tomorrow comes