Better Tomorrow Part Three

Yes tired, messed and fired Put work aside for a free morrow distress from stress makes one tired Awaiting descension of a day without sorrow. Precipitance hits the tide of time Filled with load of contrastive burden Time did evolve with a different crime Ages past all in a sudden Thousand years turn a day A day without sorrow never came A sorrow in the marrow, hopes at bay Bros and Sis have none to blame