Tomorrow Came
We live our lives waiting for hope.
As we slowly run out of rope.
We hang on to that final knot.
While we're wondering if God forgot.
The world keeps turning round and round.
As some of us keep losing ground.
You wait in hopes you hear your name.
But see instead tomorrow came.
Without a dream to hang your hat.
You realize that your tires flat.
The wheel still goes round and round.
But soon the rim is on the ground.
Where can you go when all hopes lost.
And fresh air has too high a cost.
The answer lies two days from here.
Beyond the past, beyond the fear.
Copyright © Robert Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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