when tomorrow comes
shall it find you in tears
shall it find your soul ripped apart
torn and stamped on by the wailing screams of the past
the past that bears our regrets and tears
events that haunt us dusk and dawn
tomorrow blooms like a flower
you shall not corrupt it with blood
oozing from the past
like a stranger we shall welcome it
dance to the rythym of the snow
when tomorrow comes the healing shall
©peakynate
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