If tomorrow never comes


And if tomorrow never comes
Then tonight shall be my very last
Taste of this capricious gift of life
Sitting, thoughts of winning and losing

Be it you, me or all that we see
I’ll still spread wings and fly away free




I feel the frown of fear looking down
And sigh as is deemed appropriate
For if I do drift too far away
They shall leave me here to sink and drown

Hesitant in a world so serene
Seldom a witness to lifes extremes