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Aug 2019
I could take a beating
From paddles thick and thin
As long as there is hope tomorrow
Then, count me, I am in

You could punch me firm and squarely
Right between the eyes
There is always hope tomorrow
When the sun curves through the sky

She could look right through me
As though I wasn’t there
But maybe there is hope tomorrow
Maybe then she’ll care

I could walk so heavy
Down roads I know too well
Because hope is always there tomorrow
There’s more rope left to sell

Hollow dreams and lovers lost
Could break my aching soul
When hope reveals itself tomorrow
Then I will be whole

Every word I write today
Could fall on cold death ears
For surely there is hope tomorrow
And they’ll echo through the years

Nothing that you say to me
Will make me stop or think
About how the hopes of tomorrow
Pass each time I blink

Doors that never open
Will not be there tomorrow
All I need is another day
Have you got one I could borrow?
Written by
Oli Gorman
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