Tomorrow
Tomorrow
No
hope in tomorrow.
The sinner’s lot:
Play villain and
hero
Then be forgot;
With fortunes of sorrow
Your joy is
bought;
These pleasures you borrow
Turned into naught.
All
hope in tomorrow.
Believer’s gain:
For knowing my Hero
Has
conquered pain,
In spite of Death’s shadow
He lives again.
My
hope for tomorrow
Is not in vain.
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Powerful and amazing poem!! Every word speaks volumes. :)
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