Sunshine of the Cloudy Mind
living in a blur with a pair of rose-colored glasses to guide my vision
Monday, August 3, 2015
no promises
I am not promised tomorrow
As time sails over the sea,
Sometimes off of the laughing boat
He pushes you or me.
I am not tomorrow's child,
But as a child of the king,
While I sink toward eternity,
I sing and I sing and I sing.
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