Fear and hope riding alongside,
Life and death both trying to hide,
Maybe tomorrow they will reach their destination,
Today passed away in tomorrow's fascination.
Maybe tomorrow I won't be where I am,
For better or worse, it shall be new,
is it the truth or is it a sham,
thoughts sticking to me like a drop of dew.
Maybe tomorrow there will be arrivals, maybe there will be a departure,
For better or worse, it shall be new,
to fear the unknown is just nature,
the days gone call to me, I can only hear a few.
Maybe tomorrow I will see you, but you won't be the same...
For better or worse, it shall be new,
Today you do, but maybe then you won't know my name,
I will show you your eyes, which in my words I drew.
Maybe tomorrow shall be a gift, maybe another lesson,
For better or worse, it shall be new,
things can increase or they can lessen.
I won't hear these birds again, they will just fly as others flew,
Maybe tomorrow you will think of me,
for the better I hope its not new,
I hope you remember the same old me,
Maybe tomorrow you will see into what I grew...