Tomorrow

TOMORROW
By Doris Meakim


Tomorrow at sunrise they're coming for me.
Tomorrow at sunrise the sunrise I'll see.
Tomorrow at sunrise, and then there will be
day after tomorrow no sunrise for me.

I talked to the padre; I talked to the guard;
I talked to the birds that fly over the yard.
Does nobody hear me? Does nobody care?
Would somebody answer if I say a prayer?

Day after tomorrow the world will go on
and no one will miss me or notice I'm gone.
The sun will come up and the sun will go down,
the world will keep on turning around and around.