What awaits Tomorrow?
I know not so.
The air I breath smells of Today
With little hints of Yesterday.
What awaits Tomorrow?
Forgive me so.
A crystal ball myself does lack.
The future lies in shades of black.
What awaits Tomorrow?
(Dear Sir) I beg you so.
I say again I know not so.
I pray you please beseech me not,
You ask of me a trick of God.
Jan 5, 2011
Jan 5, 2011 at 4:47 AM UTC
What awaits Tomorrow?
I know not so.
The air I breath smells of Today
With little hints of Yesterday.
What awaits Tomorrow?
Forgive me so.
A crystal ball myself does lack.
The future lies in shades of black.
What awaits Tomorrow?
(Dear Sir) I beg you so.
I say again I know not so.
I pray you please beseech me not,
You ask of me a trick of God.