The storm has come
I'll whisper in my dreams for a better day.
in hopes they'll love me enough to stop hurting me.
But life isn't that way, and tomorrow is no better than today.
and when reality is worst then the lies that had broken me,
piece by piece I'll see in the reflection of my hands whats left of me:
an empty face and an swallowed heart with silly dreams.
It's these stubborn hopes that kept me from empty
but closer to all that hurts me.
Tomorrow is no better then today.
Its my hopes that trap me
like every other broken promise,
at first its so sweet, I cant resist
and its all I can do to believe in tenderness.
Life is not that way,
but the child in me, will always be that way
and more than my past, and more than my future
she is my now and she is more important than my pain
and more important than my time.
Tomorrow is no better than today.
That place, that child in everyone
is stronger than any reality or lie,
but oh so much softer too.
I''ll dream for better days of tomorrow
in hopes it will all stop hurting
but Life isn't that way,
Tomorrow is no better than today
 Arayza · Tue Mar 23, 2010 @ 08:31am · 0 Comments |
