The touch of tomorrow,
Is like a stranger to me.
The touch of tomorrow,
It will set me free.

Days of the past have branded me,
Red marks embellish my skin.
The pain manifested inside,
Then bled out through lines so thin.

The touch of tomorrow,
Is like a stranger to me.
The touch of tomorrow,
It will set me free.

Hope springs up each day,
And thus far I have crushed it;
But perhaps it is Hope's time,
And my inner warmth can be re-lit.

The touch of tomorrow,
Is like a stranger to me.
The touch of tomorrow,
It will set me free.