Another day has passed, my love
Since you have bid me 'well...

A woman sits inside her room
Her years are past at eighty-four...

I didn't do it
That's my story...

Pum pum... pum pum... pum pum... pum pum...
Ever so softly, the beat coming down...

Tomorrow [It Will Heal] - Acrostic
By: Twisted Heart...

Upon the door of death I stand
Head hangs in wistful shame...

Dark comes the whisper on this night of nights
As the moon tosses daggers at the stars...

She sits alone among her things
Fancy cars and diamond rings...

Death come... slowly creep
Within my tainted soul...

Beneath the sun, that sits tonight
I chanced to see the rays so bright...

The twisted spirals curved in the sky
Among the thunder of the storm...

Come the dead of winter
The wind has shifted aimlessly...