Tomorrow To Be Better
As the air cools so do you,
Wence comes this sorrowfull flu?
On edge and ready to snap,
Between your heart there is a gap.
Into the mountains from the sea,
We built a dream of just you and me.
Our havds bleed from rocks so tough,
Why is our road so ragged, so rough?
The shooting stars, the wildlife we see,
Makes us feel inlove and free.
So then why must we fret,
Have we not our dreams just yet?
Waiting to see what the day will hold,
Standing strong as not to fold.
Across a country so beautifull, so wide,
We fight the days endless tide.
Our only pleasure is our nightly caress,
As we fight this world to keep our nest.
Holding on tightly together,
Hopeing the morrow to be better.
Wence comes this sorrowfull flu?
On edge and ready to snap,
Between your heart there is a gap.
Into the mountains from the sea,
We built a dream of just you and me.
Our havds bleed from rocks so tough,
Why is our road so ragged, so rough?
The shooting stars, the wildlife we see,
Makes us feel inlove and free.
So then why must we fret,
Have we not our dreams just yet?
Waiting to see what the day will hold,
Standing strong as not to fold.
Across a country so beautifull, so wide,
We fight the days endless tide.
Our only pleasure is our nightly caress,
As we fight this world to keep our nest.
Holding on tightly together,
Hopeing the morrow to be better.
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