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The door to tomorrow,
Opens in the shadows of today,
So brush aside the path of sorrow,
And make your way
For nights grim message ti's for sad ones to hear
Happy are the one whose cheeks are kissed by the sunshine darted like cupid's spear
Like some pandemonium yesternight looks at us with some illusions wear
To veil out the blind eye of our pessimisms' gear
Sweet tomorrow looks at us smiling and whispering enchanting words far beyond the shores of despair
Tomorrow is sweet like a lovers lips and soon it comes on gentle beloved lips as the legacy of heavens own bliss and a pilgrim's holy kiss

Standing at the door of past failures and glories and with empty stomachs we stare forlorn and tears are grand pacifier crying like children to Heaven for its assistance
Standing hopeless and homeless tomorrow becomes a dream, a schizophrenic stimulation
Oh weep not dear little ones for the heavenly muses has tomorrow given us and the bliss of it is a paradise won
Here She stands the Heavenly advocate to usher us into tomorrow's very doors
Weep not child the bliss of the future by God's design is like Elysium
Yesterday wasn't ours
Come sweetest compeer
For Tomorrow might be ours
For Holy hope we embrace and liberty's sanctum has kissed us