From Here
Will tomorrow‘s morning light shine upon this face,
or will the tortured dreams rip my soul asunder?
Will the demons in me prey On my soul, or will the
grace of your love free me from my shackles?
Until the morrow comes I shall wait.
Until the morrow comes I shall hope.
Until the morrow comes, I shall fight.
These twisted and tragic dreams grip my mind, within
the constant horror death awaits.
The sadness and melancholy beckons me, I take its
hand.
These chains that shackle, have broke and released
the demons and the darkness.
From here I say, I must go.
From here I say, farewell.
From here I, good-bye forever.
by: James Mathis
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