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by: KRiS KRUGER
The day shall come
The day shall come when we see what we are
That day shall come; it's not too far
Tomorrow shall fly by
Tomorrow shall fly by and we will know what we are
As tomorrow flies; it has gone past our eye
Love can be great
As love can be grand
But love is only love when there are two in its master plan
Yesterday shall always be
Yesterday shall always be filled with fate's empty sorrow
If we aren't careful and miss tomorrow
And life is a rhyme
And life is a puzzle
And life is a game
And life is a dream
But life is nothing without those we love with us this time
And life is nothing if we all look beneath our muzzle
And life, life can be fun but it may get boring, it my get lame
And life can be beautiful when we and they are not so mean
And if the end is really when(re) we begin
Then is this the beginning of the end or the end of the beginning?
Do what we do, think, and say
Make a difference, Do they help in anyway?
We all know that any rhyme gets old with time
We all know that as with any puzzle there is a way past, past its muzzle
We all know any game after a while gets old and lame
We all know that any dream, any dream is in itself mean for it is just that...a
dream
You ask When. I ask When Not.
You ask Why. I ask Why Not.
You ask Where. I ask Where Not.
You ask How. I ask How Not.
When we seek the unseekable, when we speak the unspeakable
When we think the unthinkable, when we achieve the unachievable
The impossible is possible
I leave you not. You leave me not
I am a part of you as you are a part of me
Don't let yourself begin to rott.
To see what you want to see, open your eyes, believe in you, believe in me
And we shall both see.
