Tomorrow I return, to a place that seems forgotten. How will it receive me? I won't know for sure as the script remains unwritten. Tomorrow I return, to a place that once called out my name, and with joy I'd answer, but now things aren't the same. Through muzzled lips with muffled words my name it whispers. Tomorrow I return, to a place where I'll wish it was still today and tomorrow is delayed, and though my wish may sound selfish; many would gain⦠Tomorrow⦠if it comes, I return to a place that I now remember...