A better yesterday I have not
Yet it calls me, .
Every laugh, every pain..calls me
Yes the rumours of tumorrow whisper
So faintly, I can barely hear,
There's a pathway ahead
So blurry I can barely see
The ledge I stand to peek yonder
Will it hold my weight
Oh how I long for tomorrow
A sliver of silver in the clouds,
I see it, I want to touch it,
Can yesterday let me?
Leave it, leave it all
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