Morrow - Future's Today

Enverated by the history; man's Credulity, his weakness; Give upon yesterdays, cause It will hurt, day's risibleness... Time is a fulsome mate, let go Of her mawkish cast; Hope is all but that is reigning, Peaking the sinking mast... Lives as ransom we ought To pay, for the life meek Fallen before the past as prey Redemption do we seek... To lean upon the future, Promising rapprochement; Eternity of brighter days strike, Seeking each morrow'd mend... To soar up and repay history's Debts by making history, Knowing not what's the best, We still hope for the story... The depressing stares to No more meet, let's abjure; Ambling the little strech of life, The world, let's conquer... Mitigating notions, unravelling Sorrows into fading Oblivion far apart, causing No worry for the coming... The future let's embrace, Cause morrow has got its Own promises, vibrant and vigil, It's mesmerizing bits... If you wish your future triumph, Then let past be your tutor; Dare do your part, for, as said, "Tomorrow is the today of the future"...