One Day

I have been scathed by this world's crucifix
All the while dawn wakes me with pain
Yet, I still continue to take this erroneous life and attempt to fix
All the while experiencing epochs of ceaseless rain

I must hold on to the utopia; one day it will be dry
And where death fails to consume all things lovely
There must be, perhaps waiting for you and I, a sun and blue sky
So lets grasp the concept of owning a beautiful discovery

One day we will all experience the risen sun
Dripping with its' golden beams
Lets thwart pain and hurt so it may be done
And as peculiar as it may seem, this "one day" can't merely be a dream