As the sun rises from the dark,
Leashing away the night into oblivion,
A new day starts for us to embark,
Only to get back out into the pavilion.

No matter how hard we try, they’ll never know our name,
Left only to look ahead for a bleak shot of fame.

As we lay out who we are,
Written down on a papery trail,
The future is full of fear,
As with time, bleak chances fail.

No matter how hard we try, they’ll never know our name,
Yet waiting to be covered in mud with shame.

As the hard times set for us pass,
Digging us into palls of desolation,
Only to be risen to join the mass,
And face a life’s dreams isolation.

No matter how long we try, they’ll never know our name,
Left only with luck to enter the mainframe.

[I was inspired to write this song by "Goo Goo Dolls" song "Name".
Photo Credit: Wikipedia, for Edvard Munch's historic painting.
Interesting blog for the moment: "A Damsel Fly" by Mou.
And Thanks to Mou, I made two sentences shorter than what they are!]