Will this journey last for all eternity?
Shall our hearts know no sweet pity?
Shall recompense be too far from sight?
Must we trade today while saying “goodnight”?
Perhaps, we see nothing of our old grown folds
And we hear nothing of forsaken melodies
Maybe tomorrow will never find itself
Or it waits on us to find ourselves
Whatever the case, tomorrow is lost in the stars
May you find yourself when the skies seem so dark.