'tween happiness and sorrow some wait for tomorrow,
Hoping that perhaps they'll be struck by cupid's arrow;
Lying asleep they paint the most beautiful picture,
Of the world and a future so filled with rapture.
While in the darkness some souls they remain,
Caught in the sadness of an endless refrain;
Bound and broken they weep and they pray,
That their sorrow and torment won't last another day.
I've lived both lives and I know the feel;
Hope and despair so vague yet so very real.
But tonight in these few seconds that I am awake,
There's just one wish that I'd like to make -
That you'd be here so I could hold you just once, but then again no;
If I held you now, I'd want to hold you again and I'd never let go.
For we could be symphonies you and I,
Even if life's melodies were low or high.
Tonight if you were here I'd hold you and I won't let go,
As I whisper softly for you, a tune to keep us till tomorrow...
