Tomorrows
Tomorrows
It Seems I've Spent
So Very Long
Looking For a Space
Just a Safe Spot
For My Heart
Just a Spot In Space
So Many Times I heard her say
You'll Never Be any Good
Somehow deep Inside Myself
I Always Knew I Would
I Remember Always Being Different
And somehow feeling Strange
There Weren't Many Choices
No Way to Rearrange
Being The Best Me I can
Each Day
Makes Me an Instant Winner
And though I know I'm not a Saint
I'm Still a Real Good Sinner
So, Like I said before
I know I'm Not a Saint
But I'm Loved for What I am
And Not for What I Aint
And so it is
Each Day Of Life
We All Have Our Sorrows
I Choose to be Happy
for Today
God Promises No Tomorrows
Juliann Chartier
1989
Copyright © Juliann Chartier | Year Posted 2017
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