Treasure Island

Seema Chowdhury

(14th September,1971 / Dhaka, Bangladesh)

Doors Of Tomorrow


Drive in through the doors of tomorrow
Forget all your pains and sorrows

And look forward for a morn
that has a bright dusk and dawn

And remember that all that is bad
Will surely change into glad

And then everywhere will come spring
And rosy will be everything

Just have faith in the tomorrow
And forget all your pains and sorrows

And hope to see always the best
And learn to bravely face life's test

And know that is is really true
That a courageous smile can take away blue

And it can surely change all bad
Into things that are really glad

And this can surely be done tomorrow
If you'll learn to forget your sorrow.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 01, 2008

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