So many tomorrows to watch going by...
A sunrise to sip with a cup in our hand,
A sunset to rest in a faraway land.
We like to imagine the world as a dream,
We sit by its banks, we drink from its stream...Nothing can move us, no one would fret
Together we live without a trace of regret.
Life has been good,
We sought and we found,
And we did all we could...
Together we gained so little, yet much...
A house, a car, and a human touch.
We build with our hand
We're strong, yet so frail
We stand on the mountain, then we tremble and fail.
We love with our heart,
We search with our mind,
And sometimes we wonder
What would we leave behind?
Would tomorrow come with us sailing high,
Or would the world stop, as we're falling behind?
Tomorrow will come with its glorious sight,
While my world will fade like a song in the night.
Tomorrow will find me in the deep fields of gold,
Writing the stories that could never be told.
Copyright © 2012 Cristina Miller
