The Tomorrow Dream
The sun breaks the curtains
then stretches across the room
Caressing the romantics eyes
who's dreams will soon consume
Waking he smiles gently
and thanks his lucky stars above
Although his cowardice held him back last night
soon come, he will ask his love
A sparkling gemstone in a box
his intended gift to bestow
Running late he thinks, despite losing his spine that time
there will always be tomorrow
A young girl whispers
Please mommy, just one more game
The denials echo through her heart
since mommy's met that man, she's not been the same
You know I have a bus to catch
now put on your jacket and don't be a bother
We still have sixteen blocks to walk
to drop you off at your father's
The silence broken only by footsteps
in a hurried rush, departing words she did forgo
She knows how much I love her right?
I'll just tell her again tomorrow
Two brothers sit next to one another
but neither one will speak
Quiet covered by wheels rumbling upon gravel
and the squeaking of the seats
Bitter words and insults
were hurled across the room
The remnants of their bloody bond
upon the floor were strewn
Quarreling over money
all was lost at a casino
They'll make up somewhere down the road
then again, there's always tomorrow
Never ending agitation
plagues a dying man
The cure was always within him
the disease rests in his hand
Thirty years trapped in a bottle
the poison numbs his lips
His body goes to shaking
the time has come to quit
One last night will do no harm
off to let the spirits flow
This time he really means it
I will start anew tomorrow
A teenage girl weeps in anguish
thoughts too many to be pieced
For a moment she wonders to herself
would her parents care in the least
She wasted much, and wanted for nothing
but she believed their love too tough
Their rules were suffocating
setting out on her own would not be so rough
Unsettled, unsure of her decision now
her tears continued to flow
A mistake was made, but it's not too late
she can make it back by tomorrow
A devoutly religious man
long running from haunted sins
Resolves to take the hard road
and with God to make amends
He lived a lavish life
those who loved him, he ignored
Then he woke up one day all alone
surrounded only by money he once adored
Lost deep in thought, he missed his stop
as he hears the church bells go
No matter, there's always time to repent
he'll make his confession tomorrow
The passing traffic stirs the wind
as an old man awaits a bus
An umbrella clenched within his fist
he is all in a fuss
An invitation from a distant son
unanswered at an empty home
Affection is what he is seeking
an unopened door he is shown
Then he straightens up and steps to the curb
his persistence he will show
He thinks to himself as the doors open wide
You know, there's always tomorrow
The weatherman admits openly
I know I promised you rain
The weathers intentions are outside my reach
I cannot take the blame
But tomorrow is looking wet
and if I'm wrong, tis I you can accuse
Now that you know which way the winds blow
it's back to the lady with breaking news
Eight are dead in a tragic accident
an overturned bus, but their names we do not know
Their next of kin have not yet been notified
we will update you again, tomorrow
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