That day in February,
When I wanted to change;
That day in February,
When I’d let go of the blame;
A day like any other,
With hours, seconds, minutes;
With motion and commotion,
The earth, on its axis, spinning;
A day like any other,
With power, war, and sinning;
With motion and commotion,
The earth, on its axis, spinning;
A day like no other,
New, hopeful, gracious;
With slates wiped clean,
And silence born of patience;
A day like no other,
Where horizons were clear;
Where light shone brighter,
A place to let go of the fear;
That day in February,
When I needed to change;
That day in February,
With a little less pain.
