Maybe there is a tomorrow.
When the sun rises
From the hues of silver and grey
Claiming its worth in yellow and orange.
Maybe I will have a chance.
Once again, to trust in fairy tales
As I rescue my soul.
Maybe I will get to grow older and wiser.
With knowledge etched on the face
I hide right now.
Maybe I will walk the road I dream of every day.
Uneven and unpaved, ready to transform at the
At the touch of rain.
Maybe there is a tomorrow.
Where my garden is full, and my heart is calm.
Where my eyes seek nothing
But take in everything.
Maybe there is a tomorrow.
Maybe,
I hope so!
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