A Ray of Friday Sunshine

Sometimes I stumble.
Sometimes I fall.
Sometimes I bleed.
Just keep shining down on me.

Every time I falter
I collapse into myself.
But you can tear down these walls
if you keep shining down on me.

Soon, the dark may try to reign
but the Midnight Sun of Friday
will remain.

Sometimes I linger
like a shadow of the past,
I fade into the floor
as you keep shining down on me.

When I lose my face in your eyes
and my hands begin to shake;
if I offer you these words,
will you keep shining down on me?

Soon, the dark may try to reign
but the Midnight Sun of Friday
will remain.

The Midnight Sun of Friday remains.