I have battled through enough tomorrows
Without any reassurance that matters would get better.
I have walked in the ashes of the deceased
In all of the yesterdays that I have no remembrance of.
I have hoped when darkness was the answer;
When life had given up on me like today.
I have loved when I have lost
Like the repetitive years that kill me daily.
I have given up and made a bloody mess of myself
As a light of faith had finally been seen.
I have continued to live even when Death was behind me,
For I saw a glimpse of my deepest wish be true.
…a hint of happiness is all I ask for…
… but not just for me…
… for others that have seen enough deadly tomorrows…
… give them that glimpse of faith that tomorrow will soon be the past
and it will be a faded story inside a dusty book…
because no one told me it would be
