Tomorrow

I see us straying.

I'm moving away today.

Led by your moods,

I need my own path to

find. Inconceivable dreams

wither under my palm

where I used to be I

don't know anymore.

Shatter and break all you want

Take all the risks you can

'cause tomorrow they'll

be incandescant remnants of the

Past

life if you want it

to appear magically,

be gone

as I will be,

Tomorrow.

Ó 1998


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