What  will tomorrow hold
when tomorrow dies before the new dawn
How can we hold onto what we have
when what we have i empty dreams, empty promises
As we close our eyes
What do we look upon
but fragments of a life that could  have been ours
that should have been ours!
But is but a dream twisted  into a nightmare
As we draw our last breath
and look back upon
our lives are nothing more then hollowed shells of
what could have been
what they should have been
magnificent