We each get a life. For some of us that life may last 100 years. For others, only a few hours. Most of us get multiple days and the beauty of that is that each day we get to start again. That is the hope that each sunrise brings. A chance to do it again. To do it better.
Cain’t no one know at sunrise
How this day is going to end (an’ I’m tellin’ you)
Cain’t no one know at sunset
If the next day will begin
Sweet Honey In the Rock