The Hyaena’s Daily March

[Verse] In the shadows of the bustling street Hyaena folks With tired feet They tread the path of daily grind Seeking the peace That's hard to find [Verse 2] Underneath the glowing moon so cold Stories of their lives Untold Each with burdens Heavy they bear In the silence Their whispered prayer [Chorus] Oh The Hyaena’s daily march Through the dark and biting harsh In mundane tasks They search for grace In the fleeting moments Find their place [Verse 3] Through the hum of engines steady Hands worn rough and eyes grown heavy Beneath the toil In shadows cast They hold the truth that ever lasts [Bridge] In the chorale of life’s cruel jest They find solace Seeking rest In the little things The quiet bloom In the corners of a room [Verse 4] With the dawn They greet the morn Another day Promises worn Yet in their hearts Through pain and strive They find the meaning Deep in life