If tomorrow never breaks,
If the sun protest to shine,
And **** at your backyard
Cease To crow,
If the clock stop ticking,
And if mother will not wake you.

It the future seems to be delayed,
If goodness never beckons,
If the couch is empty,
No more for morning prayers.

Left alone the dark,
Not afraid of the dark,
Rather being alone in the dark.

The future seems dark and hold nothing,
Then you pray it should be a nightmare,
Plead to somone to wake you.

But tomorrow is  coming,
Sun will shine,
Mother's **** with crow,
The clock will tick,
And trust me mother will wake you,
No one can thwart it
Because the past is the key to the future.