Seven days of a week,
but still one yearns for that someday.
For hope doesn't make one meek,
nothing excites you more than that someday.
A bright future everyone may seek,
'cause nothing seems brighter than that someday.
Somewhere a broken heart sends out a shriek,
believing that time will set things right someday.
Why wait, in your conscience take a peek,
For, today is someday.
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