Tomorrow

To make up for yesterday's failure,

I am trying today.

Don't ever think I haven't got that mania in me.

I dare you to come in my way

You might be basking today with your head held high.

But soon you must go hide.

Because tomorrow you will just be a sorry grain of sand,

Washed away by my tide

I will work doggedly today

And beat you real bad tomorrow

Every single one will accept me for who I am

And who I will be tomorrow