Open a window and let in the sun

Red, orange, and gold, like

Day-lilies in the hardwood floor

Survived another frigid night

Red, orange, and gold, like

Falling leaves decaying off branches,

Survived another frigid night

Then crumbled under foreign soles

Falling leaves decaying off branches,

Like the dreams our parents bore

Then crumbled under foreign soles

Their release begets ones anew but

Like the dreams our parents bore

We see our hopes start to bloom

Their release begets ones anew but

Do we dare to watch them grow?

We see our hopes start to bloom

Day-lilies in the hardwood floor

Do we dare to watch them grow?

Open a window and let in the sun