As I drown myself,
In a flood of sorrow,
I hope my tears will dry up,
For a brighter tomorrow.
Tomorrow - Maybe the sun will shine,
Tomorrow - Maybe the birds will sing,
Tomorrow - Tomorrow May be mine,
And satisfaction, it may bring.
But then, Tomorrow - It could rain,
And the skies could light,
And bring back all my pain,
With a spiteful fight.
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