| A promise of tomorrow I wandered through the paths of my mind, And stumbled upon those words, unkind. Blindly I searched to find my way, Slipped into the river my tears made today. I picked myself up, and though wet and cold I fought my way through those memories of old. I paused just a while, but did not look back, To conquer this I knew I must stay on track. At last a clearing, and though the nettles may sting, I shall soothe them with promises my tomorrow may bring. |