As if the last day could make up for all the others

and my world would change overnight

lured into the embracement of happy horizons

refute a dark reality, I just might

If it was just for me, I would take that step

not worried about God or the Devil on either side

follow the liberation signs at the crossroads

convertible wind in my hair, enjoying the ride

Tomorrows are days to look forward to

new beginnings and hope, I was made to believe

by those without early morning fears

and no doubts of what they want to achieve

There are no compensations for yesterday’s pain

no future rewards to make up for all sorrow

it is a matter of daily routine, acting numb 

and finding a bit of livable time to borrow

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