To think we have the pleasure of seeing tomorrow,

When there's so much suffering and sorrow...

Does anybody really plan on waking the next day?

We always talk in terms of what we're going to do tomorrow

when the time we claim is, in all honesty, borrowed

It makes less sense, the more I choose to think about the future,

When memory-making moments can all just slip away.

For the sake of those who had to leave us yesterday,

Let us hope for more time in the present, come tomorrow.

For we know that parting is indeed such sweet a sorrow,

And, I think at least, that feeling shows...

you cared about today!

Good Morning, World!