Tomorrow.
Cheer that blossomed withinΒ our hearts,
stirred byΒ your presence at each day’s start,
yearns to wilt when you depart.
But our song will sing again, tomorrow.
The smiles thatΒ pierced through saddened guise,
the rays which conquered thunderedΒ skies,
they ache to dimΒ neath heaven’s cries.
But the sun will rise again, tomorrow.
For many years our lives you blessed,
but the hour has come for you to rest,
to soar upon hills on golden crest.
So have no fear, tomorrow.
For on that day, I know we shall meet again.
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