All we hear is tomorrow, tomorrow and tomorrow
Yet never was it seen yet not a day past without a say of tomorrow
And never came but heavy words
All this was part
Part of whatever remained green,
Green and green in the hearts of men
Yet not a day without today
Today, Today maker of pain the ever slain
Never, never, never will I rest
Until today is made history
Again and again never will I rest
Amongst many
Today was adored,
Adored to give fate to their dreams,
Dreams murdered by patience and hope
Yet all we hear
Tomorrow, tommorow that
Never came
All is sleeping tales.
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