My tomorrow was yesterday
Anguish within being a disturbance
My heart is broken into two parts
Circumstance and chance
Hope seemingly like a put on hold
But the fire in me says be bold
A guiding voice says listen as there’s a message of told
I am young, but think old
Desperation like a heavy thunderstorm
I feel like I am drowning to the deep
What advice do I seek?
Instead of being absorbed, rise to the surface and breathe
Tomorrow will come
But one must be patient with praising hands up
Tomorrow doesn’t come until ready
Just hold steady
Be prepared!