The sun will come out tomorrow... bet cha by golly tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.... but in the mean time I stand alone, on my own in the darkness...without a speck of light to follow! Hard times, are a friend of mine...she ain never ever been hard to find...she happily shares her time... so I never have to beg, steal or borrow. She strokes my head, absorbing the pain my soul sheds! And I weep in her wrongful wrath...after a drawn bath...so I could wallow in my sorrows! The sun will come out tomorrow... bet cha golly tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.... well I dont know 4sho, when night tries to tuck me in tight...sealing the locks on that pine box, turning me into a relic or a fossil... forbidding me see another tomorrow. But, Ill some how find my footing and run towards the dawn... to meet the sun...with my will as a shield and darkness on my heals to kill...shooting bullets from her gun. My survival is imperative of the suns arrival! No longer a hostage...my freedom is colossal.... thanks to tomorrow! Youre only a day away! But some times its hard to see the light in the darkness. So in the night...permeantly a prisoner to pain, is where you may stay!!!!
Posted on: Fri, 30 May 2014 19:01:10 +0000
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