Night is full of darkness, and fearful creatures
Dreadful noises, frightening shadows.
But Tomorrow, it will not be the same.
It will be either better, or worse.
Though there'll always be blame.
In the dead hours, hopelessely I may
Arise and shine through magical features
Surrounded by lightnings and halos
But Tomorrow, it might be a shame
Because it gets either better or worse
Each day living in the blame.
écrit en mai 2012