Tomorrow Mourning
When the skies start to weep, and our fruitless feet carry us to oblivion, tomorrow mourning, And when our minds flee to dark corners, and our hearts betray us to truth, tomorrow mourning, When answers are birthed from blood and beuracracy, tomorrow mourning, And when conscience bleeds bullets and nurses it with tears, tomorrow mourning, And when I find myself awake in a slumbering society, tomorrow mourning, I'll miss today. Written December 9th, 2001 © on Dec 08 2001 04:29 PM PST 0 • 10
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"When the skies start to weep, and our fruitless feet carry us to oblivion, tomorrow mourning,..."