By Madison Deschamps
Tomorrow I hope that the words in my favorite song still
speak to me as though I wrote them
Tomorrow I hope that I still get to wake up to the sun's face shining through
the clouds, spilling rays of light onto my cold rosy face
Tomorrow I hope that I still cannot live without the people I hold
so very close to my heart
Tomorrow I hope that the people surrounding me will still appear to be just as lost
as I am
Tomorrow I hope to go to sleep again with the moon ticking like a silver clock in the night
Tick, Tick, Tick
And tomorrow I hope that my eyes continue to see the world
not only as it is, but as it can be
Tomorrow I hope that the words in my favorite song still
speak to me as though I wrote them
Tomorrow I hope that I still get to wake up to the sun's face shining through
the clouds, spilling rays of light onto my cold rosy face
Tomorrow I hope that I still cannot live without the people I hold
so very close to my heart
Tomorrow I hope that the people surrounding me will still appear to be just as lost
as I am
Tomorrow I hope to go to sleep again with the moon ticking like a silver clock in the night
Tick, Tick, Tick
And tomorrow I hope that my eyes continue to see the world
not only as it is, but as it can be
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