Tomorrow Always Comes
Tomorrow always comes
Tomorrow always comes.
Tomorrow arrived with the morning sun.
Troubles kept me up last night.
Sleep has become a fight.
My heart is just not right.
The sun still rose and fell.
But I could not see it through my hell.
I close my eyes and search for my peace that I had as a child.
Just like the flowers my hope ran wild.
Is it possible to achieve that kind of innocence again?
Dare I hope for a better day?
For now I must figure out the role I must play.
I won’t tell you of the last time I cried.
Or tell you of all the pain I hide.
Every day I say I’m just fine.
Monday though Sunday it’s just a lie.
I think I would rather float away and fly.
I feel the rain all around.
All alone I make no sound.
So far peace has not been found.
Yes, tomorrow finally came.
Compared to yesterday, I am not the same.