Lost in the pain of tomorrow
All that can be felt today is sorrow.
Stuck with the memory's of what's to follow,
The joys of now slip away less to rejoice,
More to remorse and fear
As we think of what's coming near.
The fear of whats to come
forever holds what we hope,
Both against and for,
In bold.
It's all hidden within the center fold
Tucked away for all to see,
Tucked within you or me.
The center drive, the fears the hopes
The wonderfully pushes that force us to cope.
The forlorn, the renascence
Nudge the innocence
Of a new day...
One that seems forever an hour away.
