June 9th.

And the climb can kill you long before the fall;

June 8th.

Trying to empty out the ocean with a spoon;

June 7th.

These hands can feel like they're not even mine;

June 6th.

When you feel just like a tourist
In the city you were born
Then it's time to go;

June 5th.

Push the pedal down
Watch the world around fly by us;

June 4th.

It's the same fight all over again;

June 3rd.

Can the child within my heart rise above?