The next day will come when the sun peeps out
When rays are glistening through my window
I may not have tremendous faith but doubt
But I shall stay to witness tomorrow
I’m really not expecting all too much
Just hoping to find my well meant purpose
I want to run and find something to clutch
To feel compassion for something I chose
I have been looking forward to that day
Rummaging through my opportunities
It is when butterflies take me away
That success will not be the missing piece
After then I shall be able to sleep
Well without those annoying countless sheep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem