TOMORROW

Some of us have nowhere to go
Nothing exiting we know
Some of us have no shoulder to cry on
We are stones surrounded by thorns

Some of us have nothing to turn to
Nowhere to feel safe and secure
Some of us have nobody to smile with
Our laughter is light and dry and empty

But we strive in our grief
To build a future of bliss
In our loneliness and pain
We refuse to give up

The past owes us no warmth
That we may caress her memory
The present is our strength
To build the future we want.

©poetdismas

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