Tomorrow

“The promise of tomorrow

comes with every day.

It’s found in silent shadows,

You’ve cast along the way.

Those shadows now behind me,

Flee from your pure light,

Their courage gone in moments,

Now that you’re in sight.

Hope can bloom again,

with promise of respite.

It comes to us on vibrant rays,

with the end of night.”

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