Tomorrow will come.....

The dusty pages of a worn-out book,
The beating of the years it took,
Proudly gets picked up again,
To remember how it all began,

One day or two of time gone past,
I saw you in the hollowed class,
Alone I stood within my mind,
The right words I couldn't find,

As the days drifted on,
Step by step I took you on,
A challenge beyond any before,
Proving you gave me so much more,

Time and time again,
We spoke the words of our kin,
I felt a place that I belonged,
Enchanted by your amazing song,

It rings in my ears still today,
Though now the days have gone away,
Only the echo still remains,
Never silenced along the way,

I walked a broken path,
Left with nothing I can't turn back,
And though this path has crippled me so,
I guess there's always tomorrow,

Ah yes, that word, the empty promise,
Day after day my grave grew bottom-less,
And after I cried and yelled and screamed and broke,
The dust I kicked up had me choke,

But nothing I felt could've been quite as bad,
As the fall that I know you had had,
At least my grave didn't have a floor to hit,
Leaving room for the relentless cold shift,

You must've hit hard, smashing the ground,
When I had heard I winced at the sound,
But since then your tomorrow came,
And you could stand up and crawl out of your grave,

I'm glad, and empty, and happy and blue,
For all the time not spent with you,
Has eaten away at my very core,
I'm not all sure I'm the same anymore,

But tomorrow will come, whether I like it or not,
Pressing forward with the good and the bad and the lot,
And all the sweet words I could possibly say,
Are crammed down my throat this evening today,

Cause nothing but nothing, nothing at all,
No song or dance or masque ball,
Nothing is as sweet as you are to me,
And nothing will ever come close, you'll see,

So as I turn the page in this dusty book,
That's been beaten from all of the years it took,
As I begin to read this new chapter,
I think back on the last one in all of it's rapture,

I think back on you, and all of your love,
That I so stupidly gave up for nothing at all,
I'll miss you as dearly as anything to come that I'll lose,
And trust me I've learned there'll probably be a few,
But I hold onto memory being all that I have,
And look to wards tomorrow, saying goodbye to my past.