A Better Tomorrow

There's no other body in this room than the soul of whom haunts my eternal dreams, Spoken the truth of god and the word of wisdom, You'll hear my calls calling so ever graciously across the waters and the ocean sea, Miraculously reviving a lost love, one so sweet and pure that the roses start blooming again in the fall, The word of god and wisdom spoken true and ever so sweet, The Nightingales cry in the midst of night because of our love that was lost and ever so beautiful that not even a shadow could pierce the light that dangles over our shadows, I love to love and I hate to hate this world, I love to think that things do matter and that words do have a significant sacred vow that can never truly be taken back again, Spoken the word of god and the truth of wisdom, He tells me to go on and to breath deeply, That someday this pain will mean something, Someday my love will be heard and returned, I'll keep believing in a better tomorrow a morrow without sorrow, Peace within, Eternal struggle, Keep believing, In a better tomorrow.