When Will It Be My Day

I heard the owls outside my window,
They woke me from my sleep,
I needed answers I needed to know,
When will these secrets die that I keep

The night was cool on my skin,
I felt the pain and sorrow from within,
I knew my faults and my sin,
I was not okay I never win

The grass was wet with dew,
It gave me goosebumps,
But at last I finally knew,
Through the realization I was still in the slumps

When will it be my day?
When will my pain wash away?
When will I leave, not to stay?
When will it be my day?