Here’s to the Day
Milton Brasher-Cunningham, Billy Crockett
Pieces of life laid on the table
Here is the blood poured in love
Fill this cup, raise it up
Here's to the day, my friend
Time draws a line
Down innocent faces
Years mark the dreams
That fail to come home
So you say goodbye, say goodnight
And here's to the day, remember
Can you say it for the ones
Whose voices are silenced
Can you say it for the ones
Who've nevеr been free
Can you pray for peace, ache for pеace
Here's to the day that's coming
God speed the day
Gather in close now, cling to each other
Sing to the night, you don't sing alone
And fill this cup, raise it up
Here's to the day, remember