Where will my tomorrow be
Will it be in the arms of thee
Will it be filled with happiness
Or aching with unbearable loneliness
Where will my tomorrow be
Will it always be a guessing game for me
Will it be devoid of meaning
Or filled with the music of my singing
by carmen herrera uy, nov. 10, 2013
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