Poetry

Dream of yonder netherworld
touch it lest ye fear.
Dwell in places never real
forget what sheds the tear.
'Cause many nights are lonely, dark
and no one cares your there.
And having no angels o'er you
you will never know what nor where.
 
Dream of yesterdays sealed book
to see what tomorrow is made of.
Think of how your life has been
and how you could have showed love.
'Cause what is past will come again
the times of goodness and sorrow.
What has happened will always be
but you can always change tomorrow.