Another Tommorow
Another tomorrow
What does the future say
What does it bleed
For the commoners
Roaming around
A dying continent
Are we suppose to
Keep hoping
With out no chance
Are we just meant
To be born idle
To the end of time
We keep praying
Day after day
Yet our change
Keep talking eternity
To be a reality
I wonder if God
Is deaf
Cos with all this
Cry's of help out there
In places
With all this hopes
And wishes
Yet is hard to live
In a better days
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