We seek tomorrow as salvation
from the past. Holding the future tight around our wrist
like a clasp.
"I'm Tired!" cries the little girl who slept outside in the rain.
Who hears her mother cries at night
who shakes in pain,
We seek and she seeks tomorrow
running quickly from today
Drowning in Samsara
Drowning in Samsara
Blood leaking from our eyes like tears.
Foggy- nothing's clear but F E A R
Can you feel us?
Running
Jumping
Climbing to Tomorrow
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