Dreaming sweet dreams Living a nightmare Sleep is an escape From the horrors of reality Hours of night to savour Till daylight steals the peace To ourselves, we say; Tomorrow would be better Then it comes in repetition Of yesterday's pain Then we say again; Maybe tomorrow holds the promise Happiness, joy, peace But then it comes again in circles Pain, grief, sorrow Then we say again, maybe tomorrow Or the day after, or the day after that, Or next week, or the week after that, Or next month, or the month after that, Maybe someday soon. But one thing remains the same The hope of someday.