Tomorrow always brings
Rain, drumming on my window pane
As the skies unleash thier tears
And darkened clouds
Release their fears
Washing clean the festering earth,
It fortells of a Renaissance.
And in the thrill of its rebirth
Flowers wait to greet the dawn
Childish in their innocence
Laughing out,
Tomorrow gone.
Tomorrow always brings
Rain -- ah, but soon the sun
Will shine again
Looking on while you and I walk along;
Wondering why
Knowing you're loving me
Fortells
Of a Renaissance
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