Wishing for Tomorrow

{18th October 2010}
A poem that turned into a song that I wrote for someone who really doesn't matter anymore.

Wishing for Tomorrow.

This is the story of a lonely girl,

Whose hair does not curl.

She's gotta last,

To take that chance.

She keeps on making mistakes,

Because of that chance she will not take.

Tell her to get a grip on herself,

But she'll say she's not like everyone else.

When she saw him walking around the fairground,

Her mind became a merry-go-round.

She couldn't bring herself to speak a word,

Just smiled to herself which her friends soon learned.

This is the story of the day she first saw him,

Oh, if only he knew about it.

He was perfect in every single way,

As she thought about it every single passing day.

He was wearing black,

Oh how much she loved that.

And she was wearing a blue dress,

With her hair slightly messed.

It was a day in the month of January,

Oh how she wished that he could see.

That secret she kept way deep in her heart,

Oh it was blossoming like pure art.

It's true that she might not be a great beauty,

And yes, she wasn't very wealthy.

But she has something much more,

Buried deep in her core.

If she set it free, then you shall see.

That power she has no one else can have.

I hid my face in sorrow,

Wishing for tomorrow.

If only you knew, how much I love you.

If you love me, then open your eyes and see.

Here you shall find, a secret of mine.

Hidden in this photo, wishing for tomorrow.