Tomorrow is like a broken promise
A heart that can stop as soon as it happens
A lovely song, or lonely lullaby a place where all can hide
Tears awaken with the family’s traditions but can easily be confused with ill intentions
Condition with dark energy of those who fool thee
A nightmare awoken from a bedtime story
That’s why most of us pray, yesterday we drink, others due dates are paid, what can I say, it was a very good day
Morning happens when you wake up from sleep, or tomorrow gives you a set pair of wings