The images of yesterday cling to my mind.
Would the pain of yesterday ever go away?
I keep seeing images of a sunken ship
Steadily sinking into the sea.
The past is but a pile of ashes I am told
By those who are in the know.
But yet, I'm haunted by those fearful memories
Would everything I've done up to now be snatched away at the last,
The sun rose in all of its glory for all of us to see
But alas, the hustle and bustle of everyday life
Made us miss this wondrous show of beautiful light
Tomorrow may never come you see