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when your day is drowned in water,
when you can't breath in.
and when you think you're going to the slaughter,
because you're giving up now and then.
then, right before you lay your head for sleeping,
think less of the neverending sorrow;
instead, begin the thought of thinking:
maybe, just maybe, tomorrow.

rub your stomach from hunger pains,
and heal your wrists from rubbing chains.
never forget what you're supposed to remember,
and there's always a hope grown from hot ember.
waves may push and start your sinking,
through the lonely depths of sorrow.
but, remember, once you begin your thinking,
that hope lasts, atleast until tomorrow.

when the wind pulls from you a lonely cry,
then drowns it into a distant sigh,
and when you can't quite figure out why,
your cheeks are never dry.
and, when you'ld hate for another day to follow,
because what's happened is a little hard to swollow
remember, i have felt your sorrow.
and, i've also seen tomorrow.

i've cried myself to sleep,
even more than the average person could weep.
there i'ld pointlessly lie at bay,
while my tears' shadows turned me gray.
there, in that spot, i'ld stay,
hoping that this day would be taken away.
and there i dreamt of no more dreams of hollow,
so long as this day was named tomorrow.

so, next time you think dying,
as more important than trying.
think of my case,
when nothing was more sad than my face.
think of the many, countless tears,
that fled from your same fears.
remember, i have felt your sorrow.
so think maybe better, maybe a little better, of tomorrow.

-Ada

Description
when your day is drowned in water,
when you can't breath in.
and when you think you're going to the slaughter,
because you're giving up now and then.
then, right before you lay your head for sleeping,
think less of the neverending sorrow;
instead, begin the thought of thinking:
maybe, just maybe, tomorrow.

rub your stomach from hunger pains,
and heal your wrists from rubbing chains.
never forget what you're supposed to remember,
and there's always a hope grown from hot ember.
waves may push and start your sinking,
through the lonely depths of sorrow.
but, remember, once you begin your thinking,
that hope lasts, atleast until tomorrow.

when the wind pulls from you a lonely cry,
then drowns it into a distant sigh,
and when you can't quite figure out why,
your cheeks are never dry.
and, when you'ld hate for another day to follow,
because what's happened is a little hard to swollow
remember, i have felt your sorrow.
and, i've also seen tomorrow.

i've cried myself to sleep,
even more than the average person could weep.
there i'ld pointlessly lie at bay,
while my tears' shadows turned me gray.
there, in that spot, i'ld stay,
hoping that this day would be taken away.
and there i dreamt of no more dreams of hollow,
so long as this day was named tomorrow.

so, next time you think dying,
as more important than trying.
think of my case,
when nothing was more sad than my face.
think of the many, countless tears,
that fled from your same fears.
remember, i have felt your sorrow.
so think maybe better, maybe a little better, of tomorrow.

-Ada