A carpet of grey skies,
Glum and moodiness meet my eyes,
The birds seem saddened,
The flowers droop as if burdened,
The garden is enveloped in sorrow,
But yet tomorrow,
I see the skies turning blue,
The leaves shining with misty dew,
Flowers bloom with colors of exuberance,
Listening to the birds singing in turns,
A tomorrow that I see,
In that day I see me,
Wishing that it would arrive sooner,
Every second I glance at the clock in the corner,
Ticking away for my tomorrow,
A day where my heart will glow,
For angels coming knocking,
And the boughs on the trees start rocking,
Gently to the sway of the wind,
As a story of beauty is to begin,
Tomorrow comes,
Sweet cherry blossom plums,
Tomorrow is here,
Angel is near….
Glum and moodiness meet my eyes,
The birds seem saddened,
The flowers droop as if burdened,
The garden is enveloped in sorrow,
But yet tomorrow,
I see the skies turning blue,
The leaves shining with misty dew,
Flowers bloom with colors of exuberance,
Listening to the birds singing in turns,
A tomorrow that I see,
In that day I see me,
Wishing that it would arrive sooner,
Every second I glance at the clock in the corner,
Ticking away for my tomorrow,
A day where my heart will glow,
For angels coming knocking,
And the boughs on the trees start rocking,
Gently to the sway of the wind,
As a story of beauty is to begin,
Tomorrow comes,
Sweet cherry blossom plums,
Tomorrow is here,
Angel is near….
