Burnt rays of the melting sun, Seethed at the moist earth below. Flowers fell and agony cried, Was tomorrow just a dream? I should have known and I should have woken up... To caress the falling clouds, And wipe all those rusting tears, That smelt of copper and vicious lies. But I slept in blissful ignorance ... Thinking fate was not within my beautiful reach. And even if I did reach, Born would be a hole in the palm of my twisted hand... Tomorrow came in shades of blue, And hugged the lonesome beggar spreading cheer, Lilacs laughed and blue bells rang, But alas it was the very last day... I know tomorrow is the last day ... And its arms are outstretched. Can I hold it for a fleeting second and come home? Just one more day, oh please let me stay.