The words on this page
Tomorrow is the Day
The times are getting better
They say tomorrow is the day
Maybe then we can live forever [crossed out] or at least all together
It sure sounds good at least that much I'll say
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When we live the dream we may finally sleep in peace
Holding and protecting what was once out of reach
The times are getting better
They say tomorrow is the day
Yesterday was history
Time to let it slip away
We all remember Hitler
We all know of bleeding hate
Some still remember the bible
Although they're losing faith
Vietnam still conjures up
Horrid, oppressed memories
We all felt the pain of being born
Beginning our infancy
Let it out, free yourself, it's okay
The times are getting better
They say tomorrow is the day
You built your wall, now let it fall, it's okay
The times are getting better
They say tomorrow is the day
Hope is what we need, seems we found another creed
Finally something to believe, besides learning that we all bleed
We've found eternal Spring
Now we'll see what it will bring
Maybe Countrymen, maybe kings
Maybe even better things
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Tomorrow
So much to say so little ink,
Too much confusion its hard to think.
Is this a poem or is it a song?
Don't yet know so I'll play along.
Try to gather how I feel,
Like Mr. Jones or the man of steel,
Who am I gonna be when I get old?
Don't wanna be bought and don't wanna be sold.
Life ain't easy but its better than dying,
Gotta fight on, gotta keep on trying.
I gotta good life, I should be glad,
But when she leaves it makes me sad.
Soon she'll realize I'm the man she seeks,
It might take some time even weeks and weeks.
Could take years just who's to say?
Might be in April or maybe in May.
I didn't start on the bottom but I'm moving on up,
I gotta buckle down I've had enough.
Drink and drugs just bring me down,
Probably the reason I get kicked around.
Somebody tell me when things will look bright,
Trapped in a tunnel, searching for light.
I may have a star and it may be blonde
But after years and years I feel no bond.
Should I pack up and move away?
Run from trouble or is it here to stay?