Maybe today.
The sun will shine onto this dark world.
Maybe today.
The road will become smooth and straight.
Maybe today.
The sorrow and darkness will cease.
Maybe today.
All the fears will pass away into memory.
Maybe today.
The horizon will become clear again and the clouds will disappear.
Maybe today.
The death and war and hate will diminish.
Maybe today.
The journey will end.
But maybe tomorrow,
The world will return to nature,
And perfection will prevail.
Beauty lasts not but with darkness,
And time runs away with forever,
Leaving all the world behind.
