"Isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?” — L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
Hear the song
Tomorrow waits beneath the hush of dawn's first flush. It listens for the promise of a guiding hand. To cleanse the taint of all those yesterdays panned. Hope strikes a match that burns away the remnants of regret. A flare of faith that last night's darkness has extinguished. Knowing that the sun will rise afresh tomorrow as well, In the cycle of timely rebirth that comes every day. I fear no wrong, knowing I learn from my mistakes, that I can submerge and lock away, beneath the covers of night. As I sail forth, buoyed and excited, by what could go right. "Isn't it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?"
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Hear the song