Future Hold My Hand
The hurt of something special
is everything it's not
Tonight becomes tomorrow,
Dreams of yesterday go rot;
If u wanna hold the future,
Future hold my hand;
Words are everywhere
Sittin in the air,
On the tip of my tongue,
I’ve Just begun
Comin from there
Could be anywhere
Wish you'd stop
But continue on,
Want it to end
But in the end it will remain
All the same,
Future hold my hand.
Copyright © Brooke Wolfe | Year Posted 2007
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