Tomorrow comes.
Don't wait for it, its coming.
Not promised, but your always gifted.
That’s His love,
better yet His grace!
keep hope
Tomorrow comes!

Im green and old inside and out.
My walls are decaying but filled with memories.
I hold your love, your life, and your soul.
Here we came to relieve, but were forced to relearn.
Here we fell, and were conquered.
Consumed by defeat day in and day out.
Depression, and agony linger between these walls.
Future hopes to get out, so close we nearly grasped it.
Not close enough and we are back, back to this dusty old house.
Returned to our rooms paint jobs half finished.
Potential forgot, motivation consumed with dark and a heavy urge too sleep.
In the monster house we lay at home sweet dreams, not a peep.