Tomorrow, I'Ll Be Missing You

tomorrow morning at the first dawn all these tears will fade away none of the stars will appear in this dawn of stormy day... the heart forgets the face of pain reduce the sap of loneliness worries fade from the barren time cleanse the wound mend the broken chimes... frustrations …they come and go like wars they rise and fall like storms they blow strong winds after all….cruelty will come to an end... love is defined in many ways like ocean meets the hardest door and the beautiful thing mostly seen are the creations painted by a lovely pen... many questions are not revealed in the thought of believers yesterday will never ever come and questions remain unanswered... so tomorrow at the very first morn where all the tears fade away none of the stars will fall in the dawn of mystique play...