Tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow

A rose
A single rose
hanging for a moment
One song
A bittersweet melody
Playing through a darkened bus stations
A boy
A small boy
Shivering on a bench
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow
The suffereing and pain
This boy had no gain
beaten, corrupted, and abused
Knowing only the feeling of being used
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow
Curled up on the bench
The boy shakes and quakes
Looking at the rose
A smile sweeps across his face as he thinks about
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow
Adopted at 5, set free at 8
His thoughts and feelings, not powered by hate
Tears streaming down his cheeks his smile peers through
He cries because he is happy. His dream has come true
His head rests on the thighs of his mother
Together they look at the rose and dream about tomorrow