• Author B. D. West

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.

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