Tomorrow
Strange is slowly getting this place
I always hear the same old phrase
Tomorrow the sun rises into a special day
For I'll have returned back on my way
A long time
I haven't lived to see
When I was tired the grass under me
Water touching my lips when they were dry
Didn't feel God for a long time
Longing to feel what carries my soul
Men would be ready I was told
Tomorrow I won't be here no more
Heaven's never beeen so close before
I always hear the same old phrase
Tomorrow the sun rises into a special day
For I'll have returned back on my way
A long time
I haven't lived to see
When I was tired the grass under me
Water touching my lips when they were dry
Didn't feel God for a long time
Longing to feel what carries my soul
Men would be ready I was told
Tomorrow I won't be here no more
Heaven's never beeen so close before
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Writer(s): Abel Cain
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