TOMORROW By: Mr Dennyz

Tomorrow, a mystery that is yet to be unfold,

A baby we are dying to hold

An unsolved puzzle to the heart and mind

And an unknown story that's always been left untold.

Tomorrow is an unknown future,

We are trying to give a beautiful picture,

Although it could come with a lot of torture,

But with confidence and determination!

Its attainment can never be punctured.

Why should you worry about what tomorrow holds?

When you already know who holds tomorrow,

Why should you worry about the loads you carry?

When the future you want isn't giving an unsure promise.

If tomorrow is a known thing,

There are somethings we won't bother doing to the end,

If tomorrow is a feminine being,

We will all wanna make her our best friend.

Tomorrow is beautiful and bright,

It's colourful and full of light,

What it has in stock is dynamite,

And even if it comes with lots of plight,

With time, even the 'wrongs' are gonna go 'right'.

QUOTE

"Tomorrow belong to those who do not only dream, but work towards attaining the best of it".

-Mr Dennyz

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